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PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY 



BY 



MARTIN F. iTJPPER, D.C.L., F.R.S., &c, 



OF CHRISTCHURCH, OXFORD. 



ILLUSTRATED. 



LONDON : 
THOMAS HATCHARD, PICCADILLY. 



MDCCCLIV. 






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LONDON : 

1ENKY V1ZETELLY, PRINTER AND ENGRAVER, 

GOUGH SQUARE, FLEET STREET. 



CONTENTS. 



PART I. 



Prefatory . 

The Words of Wisdom 

Of Truth in Things False 

Of Anticipation 

Of Hidden Uses . 

Of Compensation 

Of Indirect Influences 

Of Memory 

The Dream of Ambition 

Of Subjection 

Of Rest 

Of Humility 

Of Pride 

Of Experience 

Of Estimating Character 

Of Hatred and Anger 

Of Good in Things Evil 

Of Prayer 



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75 
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CONTENTS. 



The Lord's Prayer 

Of Discretion 

Of Trifles 

Of Recreation 

The Train of Religion 

Of a Trinity 

Of Thinking 

Of Speaking 

Of Reading 

Of Writing 

Of Wealth 

Of Invention 

Of Ridicule 

Of Commendation 

Of Self-acquaintance 

Of Cruelty to Animals 

Of Friendship 

Of Love 

Of Marriage 

Of Education 

Of Tolerance 

Of Sorrow 

Of Joy 



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184 



CONTENTS. 



PJRT II. 



Introductory 
Of Cheerfulness 
Of Yesterday 
Of To-day . 
Of To-morrow 
Of Authorship 
Of Mystery 
Of Gifts 
Of Beauty . 
Of Fame 
Of Flattery 
Of Neglect 
Of Contentment 
Of Life 
Of Death 
Of Immortality 
Of Ideas 
Of Names . 
Of Things . 
Of Faith 
Of Honesty 
Of Society 
Of Solitude 
The End 



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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 





PART I. 








Designer. 


Engraver. 


Page. 


Title Page 


J. Tenniel. 


Dalziel Brs. 




Prefatory . . . 


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The Words of Wisdom . . . 


H. N. Humphreys. 


H. Vize telly. 


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Of Truth in Things False 


J. Gilbert. 


Dalziel Brs. 


7 


Of Anticipation . 


T. Dalziel. 


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1 1 


Of Hidden Uses . 


E. Duncan. 


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13 


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B. Foster. 


H. Vizetelly. 


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Of Compensation 


J. Tenniel. 


Dalziel Brs. 


l 9 


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24 


Of Indirect Influences 


. E. II. Corbould. 


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2 5 


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G. Dodgson. 


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28 


if ... 


W. Severn. 


H. Vizetelly. 


31 


Of Memory 


W. L. Leitch. 


Dalziel Brs. 


3 2 


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B. Foster. 


H. Vizetelly. 


35 


The Dream of Ambition 


y. Tenniel. 


Dalziel Brs. 


37 


Of Subjection 


. E. H. Corbould. 


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47 


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48 


Of Rest . . . 


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//. Vizetelly. 


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Designer. 


Engraver. 


Page. 


Of Humility 


. J. C. Horsley. 


J. Thompson. 


54 


Of Pride 


J. TennieL 


Dalziel Brs. 


58 


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a 


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60 


Of Experience 


. T. DalzieL 


1 5 


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Of Estimating Character 


J. TennieL 


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64 


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JJ 


70 


Of Hatred and Anger 


. C. W. Cope, R.A. 


S. Williams. 


73 


Of Good in Things Evil 


. J. Gilbert. 


Dalziel Brs. 


75 


Of Prayer . 


. J. C. Hors/ey. 


>> 


80 


The Lord's Prayer 


. C. W. Cope, R.A. 


S. Williams. 


85 


Of Discretion 


E. H. Corbould. 


Dalziel Brs. 


87 


Of Recreation 


E. Duncan. 




94 


a • 


E. H. Corbould. 




98 


The Train of Religion . 


J. TennieL 




99 


Of Thinking 


55 




106 


Of Speaking 


G. Dodgson. 




113 


Of Writing 


J. TennieL 




120 


Of Wealth 


. J. Gilbert. 




124. 


Of Invention 


B. Foster. 


H. Vize telly. 


M 1 


Of Ridicule 


y. Godwin. 


Dalziel Brs. 


133 


Of Self-Acquaintance 


. J. Gilbert. 


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141 


Of Cruelty to Animals . 


W. Harvey. 


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148 


Of Love . 


H. N. Humphreys. 


H. Vize telly. 


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Of Marriage 


J. Severn. 


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160 


Of Education 


J. TennieL 


Dalziel Brs. 


166 


jj . 


J. Severn. 


H. Vize telly. 


176 


Of Sorrow . 


. C. W. Cope, R.A. 


W. Green. 


181 


Of Joy 


J. TennieL 


Dalziel Brs. 


184 



X LIST 


OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 








PAR T II. 








Designer. 


Engraver. 


Page 


Introductory 


H. N . Humphreys, 


H. Vize telly. 


189 


Of Yesterday . 


B. Foster. 


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198 


Of To-Morrow 


F. R . Pickersgill, A.R.A. 


Dalziel Brs. 


206 


Of Mystery 


J. Gilbert. 


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218 


• Of Beauty 


B. Foster. 


H. Vizetelly. 


237 


... 


J. Tenniel. 


Dalziel Brs. 


239 


Of Fame . 


F. R. Pickersgill, A.R.A. 


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249 

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Of Neglect 


E. H. C or bo u Id. 


H. Vize 'telly. 


266 


Of Contentment 


B. Foster. 


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273 


Of Death. 


J. Severn. 


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290 


Of Names 


J. Gilbert. 


Dalziel Brs. 


320 


Of Faith . 


J. Tenniel. 


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33° 


... 


W. Severn. 


H. Vize 'telly. 


332 


Of Society 


E. H. Corbould. 


Dalziel Brs. 


35 1 


Of Solitude 


J. Severn. 


H. Vize telly. 


358 



Initial Letters 



H. N. Humphreys. 



H. Vize telly. 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



PART 1. 




with the scum and the lees of 

speculation ; 
Corn from the sheaves of science, 

with stubble from mine own gar- 

ner : 
Searchings after Truth, that have 

tracked her secret lodes, 
And come up again to the surface- 
world, with a knowledge grounded 

deeper ; 



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PREFATORY. 



Arguments of high scope, that have soared to the key-stone of heaven, 
And thence have swooped to their certain mark, as the falcon to its quarry ; 
The fruits I have gathered of prudence, the ripened harvest of my musings, 
These commend I unto thee, O docile scholar of Wisdom, 
These I give to thy gentle heart, thou lover of the right. 

What, though a guilty man renew that hallowed theme, 

And strike with feebler hand the harp of Sirach's son ? 

What, though a youthful tongue take up that ancient parable, 

And utter faintly forth dark sayings as of old ? 

Sweet is the virgin honey, though the wild bee have stored it in a reed, 

And bright the jewelled band, that circleth an Ethiop's arm ; 

Pure are the grains of gold in the turbid stream of Ganges, 

And fair the living flowers, that spring from the dull cold sod. 

Wherefore, thou gentle student, bend thine ear to my speech, 

For I also am as thou art ; our hearts can commune together : 

To meanest matters will I stoop, for mean is the lot of mortal ; 

I will rise to noblest themes, for the soul hath an heritage of glory : 

The passions of puny man ; the majestic characters of God ; 

The feverish shadows of time, and the mighty substance of eternity. 

Commend thy mind unto candour, and grudge not as though thou hadst 

a teacher, 
Nor scorn angelic Truth for the sake of her evil herald ; 
Heed not him, but hear his words, and care not whence they come ; 
The viewless winds might whisper them, the billows roar them forth, 
The mean unconscious sedge sigh them in the ear of evening, 
Or the mind of pride conceive, and the mouth of folly speak them. 
Lo now, I stand not forth laying hold on spear and buckler, 



PREFATORY. 



I come a man of peace, to comfort, not to combat ; 

With soft persuasive speech to charm thy patient ear, 

Giving the hand of fellowship, acknowledging the heart of sympathy : 

Let us walk together as friends in the shaded paths of meditation, 

Nor Judgment set his seal until he hath poised his balance ; 

That the chastenings of mild reproof may meet unwitting error, 

And Charity not be a stranger at the board that is spread for brothers. 




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the lips of Wisdom utter : (y^L 

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What price shall count their worth ? 




THE WORDS OF WISDOM. 



No lovely thing on earth can picture all their beauty. 

They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen waters of 

Oblivion, 
Which Diligence loveth to gather, and hang around the neck of Memory ; 
They be white-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from the islands of the 

blessed, 
Which Thought carefully tendeth, in the kindly garden of the heart ; 
They be sproutings of an harvest for eternity, bursting through the tilth of 

time, 
Green promise of the golden wheat, that yieldeth angels' food ; 
They be drops of the crystal dew, which the wings of seraphs scatter, 
When on some brighter sabbath, their plumes quiver most with delight : 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter. 

Yet more, for the half is not said, of their might, and dignity, and value; 
For life-giving be they and glorious, redolent of sanctity and heaven : 
As the fumes of hallowed incense, that veil the throne of the Most High ; 
As the beaded bubbles that sparkle on the rim of the cup of immortality ; 
As wreaths of the rainbow spray, from the pure cataracts of truth : 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter. 

Yet once again, loving student, suffer the praises of thy teacher, 

For verily the sun of the mind, and the life of the heart is Wisdom : 

She is pure and full of light, crowning grey hairs with lustre, 

And kindling the eye of youth with a fire not its own ; 

And her words, whereunto canst thou liken them ? for earth cannot show 

their peers : 
They be grains of the diamond sand, the radiant floor of heaven, 
Rising in sunny dust behind the chariot of God ; 



THE WORDS OF WISDOM. 



They be flashes of the day-spring from on high, shed from the windows of 

the skies ; 
They be streams of living waters, fresh from the fountain of Intelligence : 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter. 

For these shall guide thee well, and guard thee on thy way ; 

And wanting all beside, with these shalt thou be rich : 

Though all around be woe, these shall make thee happy ; 

Though all within be pain, these shall bring thee health : 

Thy good shall grow into ripeness, thine evil wither and decay, 

And Wisdom's words shall sweetly charm thy doubtful into virtues : 

Meanness shall then be frugal care ; where shame was, thou art modest ; 

Cowardice riseth into caution, rashness is sobered into courage ; 

The wrathful spirit, rendering a reason, standeth justified in anger ; 

The idle hand hath fair excuse, propping the thoughtful forehead. 

Life shall have no labyrinth but thy steps can track it, 

For thou hast a silken clue, to lead thee through the darkness : 

The rampant Minotaur of ignorance shall perish at thy coming, 

And thine enfranchised fellows hail thy white victorious sails. 

Wherefore, friend and scholar, hear the words of Wisdom ; 

Whether she speaketh to thy soul in the full chords of revelation ; 

In the teaching earth, or air, or sea ; in the still melodies of thought ; 

Or, haply, in the humbler strains that would detain thee here. 




OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 




RROR is a hardy plant ; it flourisheth in every soil ; 
In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the 

wicked and foolish. 
For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it 

some lines of truth : 
Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not 

some wholesome use : 
And the just man, enamoured of the right, is blinded 

by the speciousness of wrong; 
And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content 

to overlook the harm. 



OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 



On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, 

Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption : 

And if error cometh in like a flood, it mixeth with streams of truth ; 

And the Adversary loveth to have it so, for thereby many are decoyed. 

Providence is dark in its permissions ; yet one day, when all is known, 

The universe of reason shall acknowledge how just and good were they ; 

For the wise man leaneth on his wisdom, and the righteous trusteth to his 
righteousness, 

And those, who thirst for independence, are suffered to drink of disap- 
pointment. 

Wherefore ? — to prove and humble them ; and to teach the idolators of 
Truth, 

That it is but the ladder unto Him, on whom only they should trust. 

There is truth in the wildest scheme that imaginative heat hath engendered, 
And a man may gather somewhat from the crudest theories of fancy : 
The alchymist laboureth in folly, but catcheth chance gleams of wisdom, 
And findeth out many inventions, though his crucible breed not gold ; 
The sinner, toying with witchcraft, thinketh to delude his fellows, 
But there be very spirits of evil, and what if they come at his bidding ? 
He is a bold bad man who dareth to tamper with the dead ; 
For their whereabout lieth in a mystery — that vestibule leading to Eternity, 
The waiting-room for unclad ghosts, before the presence-chamber of their 

King: 
Mind may act upon mind, though bodies be far divided ; 
For the life is in the blood, but souls communicate unseen : 
And the heat of an excited intellect, radiating to its fellows, 
Doth kindle dry leaves afar off", while the green wood around it is unwarmed. 
The dog may have a spirit, as well as his brutal master ; 



OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 



A spirit to live in happiness : for why should he be robbed of his 

existence ? 
Hath he not a conscience of evil, a glimmer of moral sense, 
Love and hatred, courage and fear, and visible shame and pride ? 
There may be a future rest for the patient victims of the cruel ; 
And a season allotted for their bliss, to compensate for unjust suffering. 
Spurn not at seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth ; 
And beware of seeming truths, that grow on the roots of error : 
For comely are the apples that spring from the Dead Sea's cursed shore, 
But within are they dust and ashes, and the hand that plucked them shall 

rue it. 

A frequent similar effect argueth a constant cause : 
Yet who hath counted the links that bind an omen to its issue ? 
Who hath expounded the law that rendereth calamities gregarious, 
Pressing down with yet more woes the heavy-laden mourner ? 
Who knoweth wherefore a monsoon should swell the sails of the pros- 
perous, 
Blithely speeding on their course the children of good luck ? 
Who hath companied a vision from the horn or ivory gate ? 
Or met another's mind in his, and explained its presence ? 
There is a secret somewhat in antipathies ; and love is more than fancy ; 
Yea, and a palpable notice warneth of an instant danger ; 
For the soul hath its feelers, cobwebs floating on the wind, 
That catch events in their approach with sure and apt presentiment ; 
So that some halo of attraction heraldeth a coming friend, 
Investing in his likeness the stranger that passed on before ; 
And while the word is in thy mouth, behold thy word fulfilled, 
And he of whom we spake can answer for himself. 



OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 



O man, little hast thou learnt of truth in things most true, 

How therefore shall thy blindness wot of truth in things most false ? 

Thou hast not yet perceived the causes of life or motion, 

How then canst thou define the subtle sympathies of mind ? 

For the spirit, sharpest and strongest when disease hath rent the body, 

Hath welcomed kindred spirits in nightly visitations, 

Or learnt from restless ghosts dark secrets of the living, 

And helped slow justice to her prey by the dreadful teaching of a dream. 

Verily, there is nothing so true, that the damps of error have not warped it 

Verily, there is nothing so false, that a sparkle of truth is not in it. 

For the enemy, the father of lies, the giant Upas of creation, 

Whose deadly shade hath blasted this once green garden of the Lord, 

Can but pervert the good, but may not create the evil ; 

He destroyeth, but cannot build ; for he is not antagonist deity : 

Mighty is his stolen power, yet is he a creature and a subject ; 

Not a maker of abstract wrong, but a spoiler of concrete right : 

The fiend hath not a royal crown ; he is but a prowling robber, 

Suffered, for some mysterious end, to haunt the King's highway ; 

And the keen sword he beareth, once was a simple ploughshare ; 

Yea, and his panoply of error is but a distortion of the truth : 

The sickle that once reaped righteousness, beaten from its useful curve, 

With axe, and spike, and bar, headeth the marauder's halbert. 

Seek not further, O man, to solve the dark riddle of sin ; 

Suffice it, that thine own bad heart is to thee thine origin of evil. 




OF ANTICIPATION. 



THOU hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, 
But that which hath vexed thee most hath been the looking for evil ; 
And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, 
Yet ills, that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched. 
The sting of pain and the edge of pleasure are blunted by long expectation, 
For the gall and the balm alike are diluted in the waters of patience : 
And often thou sippest sweetness, ere the cup is dashed from thy lip ; 
Or drainest the gall of fear, while evil is passing by thy dwelling. 
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, 
But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him : 
Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, 
Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope ; 



OF ANTICIPATION. 



Though the black and heavy surge close above the head for a moment, 
Yet the happy buoyancy of Confidence riseth superior to Despair. 
Verily, evils may be courted, may be wooed and won by distrust : 
For the wise Physician of our weal loveth not an unbelieving spirit ; 
And to those giveth He good, who rely on His hand for good ; 
And those leaveth He to evil, who fear, but trust Him not. 
Ask for good, and hope it, for the ocean of good is fathomless ; 
Ask for good, and have it, for thy Friend would see thee happy ; 
But to the timid heart, to the child of unbelief and dread, 
That leaneth on his own weak staff, and trusteth the sight of his eyes, 
The evil he feared shall come, for the soil is ready for the seed, 
And suspicion hath coldly put aside the hand that was ready to help him. 
Therefore look up, sad spirit ; be strong, thou coward heart, 
Or fear will make thee wretched, though evil follow not behind : 
Cease to anticipate misfortune ; there are still many chances of escape ; 
But if it come, be courageous : face it, and conquer thy calamity. 
There is not an enemy so stout, as to storm and take the fortress of the mind, 
Unless its infirmity turn traitor, and Fear unbar the gates. 
The valiant standeth as a rock, and the billows break upon him ; 
The timorous is a skiff" unmoored, tost and mocked at by a ripple : 
The valiant holdeth fast to good, till evil wrench it from him ; 
The timorous casteth it aside, to meet the worst halfway: 
Yet oftentimes is evil but a braggart, that provoketh and will not fight ; 
Or the feint of a subtle fencer, who measureth his thrust elsewhere : 
Or perchance a blessing in a masque, sent to try thy trust, 
The precious smiting of a friend, whose frowns are all in love : 
Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other climes, 
And the weak hath quailed in fear, while the firm hath been glad in his 
confidence. 




OF HIDDEN USES. 




4 HE sea-wort floating on the waves, or rolled 
up high along the shore, 
Ye counted useless and vile, heaping on it names 

of contempt : 
Yet hath it gloriously triumphed, and man been 
humbled in his ignorance, 
[ \ For health is in the freshness of its savour, and 
it cumbereth the beach with wealth ; 
Comforting the tossings of pain with its violet- 
tinctured essence, 
And by its humbler ashes enriching many proud. 
fete^ Be this, then, a lesson to thy soul, that thou 
reckon nothing worthless, 
Because thou heedest not its use, nor knowest the virtues thereof. 
And herein, as thou walkest by the sea, shall weeds be a type and an earnest 



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OF HIDDEN USES. 



Of the stored and uncounted riches lying hid in all creatures of God : 

There be flowers making glad the desert, and roots fattening the soil, 

And jewels in the secret deep, scattered among groves of coral, 

And comforts to crown all wishes, and aids unto every need, 

Influences yet unthought, and virtues, and many inventions, 

And uses above and around, which man hath not yet regarded. 

Not long to charm away disease hath the crocus yielded up its bulb, 

Nor the willow lent its bark, nor the nightshade its vanquished poison ; 

Not long hath the twisted leaf, the fragrant gift of China, 

Nor that nutritious root, the boon of far Peru, 

Nor the many-coloured dahlia, nor the gorgeous flaunting cactus, 

Nor the multitude of fruits and flowers, ministered to life and luxury : 

Even so, there be virtues yet unknown in the wasted foliage of the elm, 

In the sun-dried harebell of the downs, and the hyacinth drinking in the 

meadow, 
In the sycamore's winged fruit, and the facet-cut cones of the cedar ; 
And the pansy and bright geranium live not alone for beauty, 
Nor the waxen flower of the arbute, though it dieth in a day, 
Nor the sculptured crest of the fir, unseen but by the stars ; 
And the meanest weed of the garden serveth unto many uses, 
The salt tamarisk, and juicy flag, the freckled orchis, and the daisy. 
The world may laugh at famine, when forest-trees yield bread, 
When acorns give out fragrant drink, and the sap of the linden is as 

fatness : 
For every green herb, from the lotus to the darnel, 
Is rich with delicate aids to help incurious man. 



Still, Mind is up and stirring, and pryeth in the corners of contrivance, 
Often from the dark recesses picking out bright seeds of truth : 



OF HIDDEN USES. 



Knowledge hath clipped the lightning's wings, and mewed it up for a 

purpose, 
Training to some domestic task the fiery bird of heaven ; 
Tamed is the spirit of the storm, to slave in all peaceful arts, 
To walk with husbandry and science ; to stand in the vanguard against 

death : 
And the chemist balanceth his elements with more than magic skill, 
Commanding stones that they be bread, and draining sweetness out of 

wormwood. 
Yet man, heedless of a God, counteth up vain reckonings, 
Fearing to be jostled and starved out, by the too prolific increase of his 

kind ; 
And asketh, in unbelieving dread, for how few years to come 
Will the black cellars of the world yield unto him fuel for his winter. 
Might not the wide waste sea be pent within narrower bounds ? 
Might not the arm of diligence make the tangled wilderness a garden ? 
And for aught thou canst tell, there may be a thousand methods 
Of comforting thy limbs in warmth, though thou kindle not a spark. 
Fear not, son of man, for thyself nor thy seed: — with a multitude is 

plenty ; 
God's blessing giveth increase, and with it larger than enough. 

Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings ; 

She seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality : 

The plant refresheth the air, and the earth filtereth the water, 

And dews are sucked into the cloud, dropping fatness on the world : 

She hath, on a mighty scale, a general use for all things ; 

Yet hath she specially for each its microscopic purpose : 

There is use in the prisoned air, that swelleth the pods of the laburnum ; 



16 OF HIDDEN USES. 



Design in the venomed thorns, that sentinel the leaves of the nettle ; 

A final cause for the aromatic gum, that congealeth the moss around 

a rose : 
A reason for each blade of grass, that reareth its small spire. 
How knoweth discontented man what a train of ills might follow, 
If the lowest menial of nature knew not her secret office ? 
If the thistle never sprang up to mock the loose husbandry of indolence, 
Or the pestilence never swept away an unknown curse from among 

men ? 
Would ye crush the buzzing myriads that float on the breath of evening ? 
Would ye trample the creatures of God that people the rotting fruit ? 
Would ye suffer no mildew forest to stain the unhealthy wall, 
Nor a noisome savour to exhale from the pool that breedeth disease ? 
Pain is useful unto man, for it teacheth him to guard his life, 
And the fetid vapours of the fen warn him to fly from danger : 
And the meditative mind, looking on, winneth good food for its hunger, 
Seeing the wholesome root bring forth a poisonous berry ; 
For otherwhile falleth it out that truth, driven to extremities, 
Yieldeth bitter folly as the spoilt fruit of wisdom. 
O, blinded is thine eye, if it see not just aptitude in all things : 
O, frozen is thy heart, if it glow not with gratitude for all things : 
In the perfect circle of creation not an atom could be spared, 
From earth's magnetic zone to the bindweed round a hawthorn. 

The sage, and the beetle at his feet, hath each a ministration to perform : 
The briar and the palm have the wages of life, rendering secret service. 
Neither is it thus alone with the definite existences of matter ; 
But motion and sound, circumstance and quality, yea, all things have their 



office. 



OF HIDDEN USES. i 7 

The zephyr playing with an aspen-leaf, — the earthquake that rendeth a 

continent ; 
The moon-beam silvering a ruined arch, — the desert-wave dashing up a 

pyramid ; 
The thunder of jarring icebergs, — the stops of a shepherd's pipe ; 










The howl of the tiger in the glen, — and the wood-dove calling to her 
mate; 



OF HIDDEN USES. 



The vulture's cruel rage, — the grace of the stately swan ; 

The fierceness looking from the lynx's eye, and the dull stupor of the 

sloth : 
To these, and to all, is there added each its use, though man considereth it 

lightly ; 
For Power hath ordained nothing which Economy saw not needful. 



All things being are in concord with the ubiquity of God ; 

Neither is there one thing overmuch, nor freed from honourable servitude. 

Were there not a need-be of wisdom, nothing would be as it is ; 

For essence without necessity argueth a moral weakness. 

We look through a glass darkly, we catch but glimpses of truth ; 

But, doubtless, the sailing of a cloud hath Providence to its pilot, 

Doubtless, the root of an oak is gnarled for a special purpose, 

The foreknown station of a rush is as fixed as the station of a king, 

And chaff from the hand of the winnower, steered as the stars in their 

courses. 
Man liveth only in himself, but the Lord liveth in all things ; 
And His pervading unity quickeneth the whole creation. 
Man doeth one thing at once, nor can he think two thoughts together ; 
But God compasseth all things, mantling the globe like air : 
And we render homage to His wisdom, seeing use in all His creatures, 
For, perchance, the universe would die, were not all things as they are. 



OF COMPENSATION. 



^M?^{ I&'I^mV^) QUAL is the government of heaven in allot- 
ting pleasures among men, 
And just the everlasting law, that hath wedded 

happiness to virtue : 
For verily on all things else broodeth disap- 
pointment with care, 
That childish man may be taught the shallow- 
ness of earthly enjoyment. 
Wherefore, ye that have enough, envy ye the 

rich man his abundance ? 
Wherefore, daughters of affluence, covet ye 

the cottager's content ? 
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are 
pensioners of God, 
And none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth. 
The poor man rejoiceth at his toil, and his daily bread is sweet to him : 
Content with present good, he looketh not for evil to the future : 
The rich man languisheth with sloth, and findeth pleasure in nothing, 
He locketh up care with his gold, and feareth the fickleness of fortune. 
Can a cup contain within itself the measure of a bucket ? 
Or the straitened appetites of man drink more than their fill of luxury ? 
There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless : 
And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation. 




Also, though penury and pain be real and bitter evils, 
I would reason with the poor afflicted, for he is not so wretched as he seemeth. 
What right hath an offender to complain, though others escape punishment, 
If the stripes of earned misfortune overtake him in his sin ? 



OF COMPENSATION. 



Wherefore not endure with resignation the evils thou canst not avert ? 
For the coward pain will flee, if thou meet him as a man : 
Consider, whatever be thy fate, that it might and ought to have been worse, 
And that it lieth in thy hand to gather even blessing from afflictions : 
Bethink thee, wherefore were they sent ? and hath not use blunted their 

keenness ? 
Need hope, and patience, and courage, be strangers to the meanest hovel ? 
Thou art in an evil case, it were cruel to deny to thee compassion, 
But there is not unmitigated ill in the sharpest of this world's sorrows : 
I touch not the sore of thy guilt ; but of human griefs I counsel thee, 
Cast ofF the weakness of regret, and gird thee to redeem thy loss : 
Thou hast gained, in the furnace of affliction, self-knowledge, patience, 

and humility, 
And these be as precious ore, that waiteth the skill of the coiner : 
Despise not the blessings of adversity, nor the gain thou hast earned so hardly, 
And now thou hast drained the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the sweet. 

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yoke-fellow of eminence ; 

And the rust of the miser's riches wasteth his soul as a canker. 

The poor man counteth not the cost at which such wealth hath been 

purchased ; 
He would be on the mountain's top, without the toil and travail of the 

climbing. 
But equity demandeth recompense : for high-place, calumny and care ; 
For state, comfortless splendour eating out the heart of home ; 
For warrior fame, dangers and death ; for a name among the learned, a 

spirit overstrained ; 
For honour of all kinds, the goad of ambition ; on every acquirement, the 

tax of anxiety. 



OF COMPENSATION. 



He that would change with another, must take the cup as it is mixed : 

Poverty, with largeness of heart ; or a full purse, with a sordid spirit ; 

Wisdom, in an ailing body ; or a common mind, with health : 

Godliness, with man's scorn ; or the welcome of the mighty, with guilt : 

Beauty, with a fickle heart ; or plainness of face, with affection. 

For so hath Providence determined, that a man shall not easily discover 

Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or abhorrence. 

A bold man or a fool must he be, who would change his lot with another ; 

It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly refused it : 

For we know the worst of ourselves, but the secrets of another we see not, 

And better is certain bad, than the doubt and dread of worse. 

Just, and strong, and opportune is the moral rule of God ; 

Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in the measure of its gifts : 

Yet men, scanning the surface, count the wicked happy, 

Nor heed the compensating peace, which gladdeneth the good in his 

afflictions. 
They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow, 
Like wreathed adders crawling round his midnight conscience ; 
They hear not the terrible suggestions, that knock at the portal of his will, 
Provoking to wipe away from life the one weak witness of the deed ; 
They know not the torturing suspicions that sting his panting breast, 
When the clear eye of penetration quietly readeth off the truth. 
Likewise of the good what know they ? the memories bringing pleasure, 
Shrined in the heart of the benevolent, and glistening from his eye ; 
The calm self-justifying reason that establisheth the upright in his purpose; 
The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the thoughts of the religious. 
Many a beggar at the cross-way, or grey-haired shepherd on the plain, 
Hath more of the end of all wealth, than hundreds who multiply the means. 



OF COMPENSATION. 



23 



Moreover, a moral compensation reacheth to the secrecy of thought; 
For if thou wilt think evil of thy neighbour, soon shalt thou have him for 

thy foe : 
And yet he may know nothing of the cause that maketh thee distasteful to 

his soul, — 
The cause of unkind suspicion, for which thou hast thy punishment : 
And if thou think of him in charity, wishing or praying for his weal, 
He shall not guess the secret charm that lureth his soul to love thee. 
For just is retributive ubiquity : Samson did sin with Dalilah, 
And his eyes and captive strength were forfeit to the Philistine : 
Jacob robbed his brother, and sorrow was his portion to the grave : 
David must fly before his foes, yea, though his guilt is covered : 
And He who, seeming old in youth, was marred for others' sin, 
For every special crime must bear its special penalty : 
By luxury, or rashness, or vice, the member that hath erred suffereth, — 
And therefore the Sacrifice for all was pained at every pore. 

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, 
And half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened bv the soothings of 

sleep. 
Pain addeth zest unto pleasure, and teacheth the luxury of health ; 
There is a joy in sorrow, which none but a mourner can know : 
Madness hath imaginary bliss, and most men have no more ; 
Age hath its quiet calm, and youth enjoyeth not for haste : 
Daily, in the midst of its beatitude, the righteous soul is vexed ; 
And even the misery of guilt doth attain to the bliss of pardon. 
Who, in the face of the born-blind, ever looked on other than content ? 
And the deaf ear listeneth within to the silent music of the heart. 
There is evil poured upon the earth from the overflowings of corruption, — 



24 



OF COMPENSATION. 



Sickness, and poverty, and pain, and guilt, and madness, and sorrow ; 
But, as the water from a fountain riseth and sinketh to its level, 
Ceaselessly toileth justice to equalize the lots of men : 
For, habit and hope and ignorance, and the being but one of a multitude, 
And strength of reason in the sage, and dulness of feeling in the fool, 
And the light elasticity of courage, and the calm resignation of meekness, 
And the stout endurance of decision, and the weak carelessness of apathy, 
And helps invisible but real, and ministerings not unfelt, 
Angelic aid with worldly discomfiture, bodily loss with the soul's gain, 
Secret griefs, and silent joys, thorns in the flesh, and cordials for the spirit, 
( — Short of the insuperable barrier dividing innocence from guilt, — ) 
Go far to level all things, by the gracious rule of Compensation. 




OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 




ACE thy foe in the field, and perchance thou 

wilt meet thy master, 
For the sword is chained to his wrist, and his 
armour buckled for the battle ; 
|j But find him when he looketh not for thee, aim 
between the joints of his harness, 
And the crest of his pride will be humbled, his 

cruelty will bite the dust. 
Beard not a lion in his den, but fashion the 

secret pitfall ; 
So shalt thou conquer the strong, thyself 

triumphing in weakness. 
The hurricane rageth fiercely, and the promon- 
tory standeth in its might, 
Breasting the artillery of heaven, as darts glance from the crocodile : 
But the small continual creeping of the silent footsteps of the sea 
Mineth the wall of adamant, and stealthily compasseth its ruin. 
The weakness of accident is strong, where the strength of design is weak : 
And a casual analogy convinceth, when a mind beareth not argument. 
Will not a man listen ? be silent ; and prove thy maxim by example : 
Never fear, thou losest not thy hold, though thy mouth doth not render a 

reason. 
Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his 

conceit j 
And some errors never would have thriven, had it not been for learned 

refutation : 
Yea, much evil hath been caused by an honest wrestler for truth, 



OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 27 



And much of unconscious good, by the man that hated wisdom : 

For the intellect judgeth closely, and if thou overstep thy argument, 

Or seem not consistent with thyself, or fail in thy direct purpose, 

The mind that went along with thee, shall stop and return without thee, 

And thou shalt have raised a foe, where thou mightest have won a friend. 

Hints, shrewdly strown, mightily disturb the spirit, 

Where a bare-faced accusation would be too ridiculous for calumny : 

The sly suggestion toucheth nerves, and nerves contract the fronds, 

And the sensitive mimosa of affection trembleth to its root ; 

And friendships, the growth of half a century, those oaks that laugh at 

storms, 
Have been cankered in a night by a worm, even as the prophet's gourd. 
Hast thou loved, and not known jealousy ? for a sidelong look 
Can please or pain thy heart more than the multitude of proofs : 
Hast thou hated, and not learned that thy silent scorn 
Doth deeper aggravate thy foe than loud-cursing malice ? — 
A wise man prevaileth in power, for he screeneth his battering engine, 
But a fool tilteth headlong, and his adversary is aware. 

Behold those broken arches, that oriel all unglazed, 

That crippled line of columns bleaching in the sun, 

The delicate shaft stricken midway, and the flying buttress 

Idly stretching forth to hold up tufted ivy : 

Thinkest thou the thousand eyes that shine with rapture on a ruin, 

Would have looked with half their wonder on the perfect pile ? 

And wherefore not — but that light hints, suggesting unseen beauties, 

Fill the complacent gazer with self-grown conceits ? 

And so, the rapid sketch winneth more praise to the painter, 



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Than the consummate work elaborated on his easel : 
And so, the Helvetic lion caverned in the living rock 
Hath more of majesty and force, than if upon a marble pedestal. 



Tell me, daughter of taste, what hath charmed thine ear in music ? 

Is it the laboured theme, the curious fugue or cento, — 

Nor rather the sparkles of intelligence flashing from some strange chord, 

Or the soft melody of sounds far sweeter for simplicity ? 

Tell me, thou son of science, what hath filled thy mind in reading ? 



OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 



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Is it the volume of detail where all is orderly set down, 

And they that read may run, nor need to stop and think ; 

The book carefully accurate, that counteth thee no better than a fool, 

Gorging the passive mind with annotated notes ; — 

Nor rather the half-suggested thoughts, the riddles thou mayst solve, 

The fair ideas, coyly peeping like young loves out of roses, 

The quaint arabesque conceptions, half cherub and half flower, 

The light analogy, or deep allusion, trusted to thy learning, 

The confidence implied in thy skill to unravel meaning mysteries ? 

For ideas are ofttimes shy of the close furniture of words, 

And thought, wherein only is power, may be best conveyed by a suggestion : 

The flash that lighteth up a valley, amid the dark midnight of a storm, 

Coineth the mind with that scene sharper than fifty summers. 



A worldly man boasteth in his pride, that there is no power but of money ; 
And he .judgeth the characters of men by the differing measures of their 

means : 
He stealeth all goodly names, as worth, and value, and substance, 
Which be the ancient heritage of Virtue, but such an one ascribeth unto 

Wealth : 
He spurneth the needy sage, whose wisdom hath enriched nations, 
And the sons of poverty and learning, without whom earth were a desert : 
Music, the soother of cares, the tuner of the dank discordant heart-strings, 
It is nought unto such an one but sounds, whereby some earn their living : 
The poem, and the picture, and the statue, to him seem idle baubles, 
Which wealth condescendeth to favour, to gain him the name of patron. 
But little wotteth he the might of the means his folly despiseth ; 
He considereth not that these be the wires which move the puppets of the 

world. 



30 OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 



A sentence hath formed a character, and a character subdued a kingdom ; 
A picture hath ruined souls, or raised them to commerce with the skies : 
The pen hath shaken nations, and stablished the world in peace ; 
And the whole full horn of plenty been filled from the vial of science. 
He regardeth man as sensual, the monarch of created matter, 
And careth not aught for mind, that linketh him with spirits unseen ; 
He feedeth his carcase and is glad, though his soul be faint and famished, 
And the dull brute power of the body bindeth him a captive to himself. 

Man liveth from hour to hour, and knoweth not what may happen ; 

Influences circle him on all sides, and yet must he answer for his actions : 

For the being that is master of himself, bendeth events to his will, 

But a slave to selfish passion is the wavering creature of circumstance. 

To this man temptation is a poison, to that man it addeth vigour ; 

And each may render to himself influences good or evil. 

As thou directest the power, harm or advantage will follow, 

And the torrent that swept the valley, may be led to turn a mill ; 

The wild electric flash, that could have kindled comets, 

May by the ductile wire give ease to an ailing child. 

For outward matter or event fashion not the character within, 

But each man, yielding or resisting, fashioneth his mind for himself. 

Some have said, What is in a name ? — most potent plastic influence ; 

A name is a word of character, and repetition stablisheth the fact : 

A word of rebuke, or of honour, tending to obscurity or fame ; 

And greatest is the power of a mean, when its power is least suspected. 

A low name is a thorn in the side, that hindereth the footman in his running 

But a name of ancestral renown shall often put the racer to his speed. 

Few men have grown unto greatness whose names are allied to ridicule, 



OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 



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And many would never have been profligate, but for the splendour of a 

name. 
A wise man scorneth nothing, be it never so small or homely, 
For he knoweth not the secret laws that may bind it to great effects. 
The world in its boyhood was credulous, and dreaded the vengeance of the 

stars, 
The world in its dotage is not wiser, fearing not the influence of small 

things : • 
Planets govern not the soul, nor guide the destinies of man, 
But trifles, lighter than straws, are levers in the building up of character. 
A man hath the tiller in his hand, and may steer against the current, 
Or may glide down idly with the stream, till his vessel founder in the whirl- 
pool. 




X AUCUSTI II. ET III 
S'EPTEMBRI5 flbccx C II 








OF MEMORY. 



WHERE art thou, storehouse of the mind, garner of facts and fancies,- 
In what strange firmament are laid the beams of thine airy chambers ? 
Or art thou that small cavern, the centre of the rolling brain, 
Where still one sandy morsel testifieth man's original ? 



OF MEMORY. 33 



Or hast thou some grand globe, some common hall of" intellect, 

Some spacious market-place for thought, where all do bring their wares, 

And gladly rescued from the littleness, the narrow closet of a self, 

The privileged soul hath large access, coming in the livery of learning ? 

Live we as isolated worlds, perfect in substance and spirit, 

Each a sphere, with a special mind, prisoned in its shell of matter r 

Or rather, as converging radiations, parts of one majestic whole, 

Beams of the Sun, streams from the River, branches of the mighty Tree, 

Some bearing fruit, some bearing leaves, and some diseased and barren, — 

Some for the feast, some for the floor, and some — how many — for the 

fire? 
Memory may be but a power of coming to the treasury of Fact, 
A momentary self-desertion, an absence in spirit from the Now, 
An actual coursing hither and thither, by the mind, slipped from its leash, 
A life, as in the mystery of dreams, spent within the limits of a moment. 

A brutish man knoweth not this, neither can a fool comprehend it, 
But there be secrets of the Memory, deep, wondrous, and fearful. 
Were I at Petra, could I not declare, My soul hath been here before me? 
Am I strange to the columned halls, the calm dead grandeur of Palmyra? 
Know I not thy mount, O Carmel ! Have I not voyaged on the Danube, 
Nor seen the glare of Arctic snows, — nor the black tents of the Tartar ? 
Is it then a dream, that I remember the faces of them of old, 
While wandering in the grove with Plato, and listening to Zeno in the 

porch ? 
Paul have I seen, and Pythagoras, and the Stagyrite hath spoken me friendly, 
And His meek eye looked also upon me, standing with Peter in the palace. 
Athens and Rome, Persepolis and Sparta, am I not a freeman of you all ? 
And chiefly can my yearning heart forget thee, O Jerusalem ? — 



34 OF MEMORY. 



For the strong magic of conception, mingled with the fumes of memory, 
Giveth me a life in all past time, yea, and addeth substance to the future. 
Be ye my judges, imaginative minds, full-fledged to soar into the sun, 
Whose grosser natural thoughts the chemistry of wisdom hath sublimed, 
Have ye not confessed to a feeling, a consciousness strange and vague, 
That ye have gone this way before, and walk again your daily life, 
Tracking an old routine, and on some foreign strand, 
Where bodily ye have never stood, finding your own footsteps ? 
Hath not at times some recent friend looked out an old familiar, 
Some newest circumstance or place teemed as with ancient memories ? 
A startling sudden flash lighteth up all for an instant, 

And then it is quenched, as in darkness, and leaveth the cold spirit 
trembling. 

Memory is not wisdom ; idiots can rote volumes : 

Yet, what is wisdom without memory ? a babe that is strangled in its 

birth, 
The path of the swallow in the air, the path of the dolphin in the waters, 
A cask running out, a bottomless chasm : such is wisdom without memory. 
There be many wise, who cannot store their knowledge; 
Yet from themselves are they satisfied, for the fountain is within : 
There be many who store, but have no wisdom of their own, 
Lumbering their armoury with weapons their muscles cannot lift: 
There be many thieves and robbers, who glean and store unlawfully, 
Calling in to memory's help some cunningly devised Cabala: 
But to feed the mind with fatness, to fill thy granary with corn, 
Nor clog with chafF and straw the threshing-floor of reason, 
Reap the ideas, and house them well ; but leave the words high stubble : 
Strive to store up what was thought, despising what was said. 









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36 OF MEMORY. 



For the mind is a spirit, and drinketh in ideas, as flame melteth into flame ; 
But for words it must pack them as on floors, cumbrous and perishable 
merchandize. 

To be pained for a minute, to fear for an hour, to hope for a week, — how 

long and weary ! 
But to remember fourscore years, is to look back upon a day. 
An avenue seemeth to lengthen in the eyes of the wayfaring man, 
But let him turn, those stationed elms crowd up v/ithin a yard; 
Pace the lamp-lit streets of some sleeping city, 

The multitude of cressets shall seem one, in the false picture of perspective ; 
Even so, in sweet treachery, dealeth the aged with himself, 
He gazeth on the green hill-tops, while the marshes beneath are hidden ; 
And the partial telescope of memory pierceth the blank between, 
To look with lingering love at the fair star of childhood. 
Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints ; 
Whiles it spinneth there is light; stop it, all is darkness : 
Life is as a morsel of frankincense burning in the hall of Eternity ; 
It is gone, but its odorous cloud curleth to the lofty roof: 
Life is as a lump of salt, melting in the temple-laver ; 
It is gone, — yet its savour reacheth to the farthest atom: 
Even so, for evil or for good, is life the criterion of a man, 
For its memories of sanctity or sin pervade all the firmament of being. 
There is but the flitting moment, wherein to hope or to enjoy, 
But in the calendar of Memory, that moment is all time. 



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THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 



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LEFT the happy fields that smile around the 
village of Content, 



pjj And sought with wayward feet the torrid desert 
' or Ambition. 

Long time, parched and weary, I travelled that 
burning sand, 



38 THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 



And the hooded basilisk and adder were strewed in my way for palms ; 
Black scorpions thronged me round, with sharp uplifted stings, 
Seeming to mock me as I ran; (then I guessed it was a dream, — 
But life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 
So I toiled on, doubting in myself, up a steep gravel clifF, 
Whose yellow summit shot up far into the brazen sky ; 
And quickly, I was wafted to the top, as upon unseen wings 
Carrying me upward like a leaf: (then I thought it was a dream, — 
Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 
So I stood on the mountain, and behold! before me a giant pyramid, 
And I clomb with eager haste its high and difficult steps ; 
For I longed, like another Belus, to mount up, yea, to heaven, 
Nor sought I rest until my feet had spurned the crest of earth. 

Then I sat on my granite throne under the burning sun, 

And the world lay smiling beneath me, but I was wrapt in flames; 

(And I hoped, in glimmering consciousness, that all this torture was a 

dream, — 
Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 
And anon, as I sat scorching, the pyramid shuddered to its root, 
And I felt the quarried mass leap from its sand foundations : 
Awhile it tottered and tilted, as raised by invisible levers, — 
(And now my reason spake with me; I knew it was a dream: 
Yet I hushed that whisper into silence, for I hoped to learn of wisdom, 
By tracking up my truant thoughts, whereunto they might lead.) 
And suddenly, as rolling upon wheels, adown the cliff" it rushed, 
And I thought, in my hot brain, of the Muscovites' icy slope ; 
A thousand yards in a moment we ploughed the sandy seas, 
And crushed those happy fields, and that smiling village, 



THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 39 



And onward, as a living thing, still rushed my mighty throne, 

Thundering along, and pounding, as it went, the millions in my way : 

Before me all was life, and joy, and full-blown summer, 

Behind me death and woe, the desert and simoom. 

Then I wept and shrieked aloud, for pity and for fear; 

But might not stop, for, comet-like, flew on the maddened mass 

Over the crashing cities, and falling obelisks and towers, 

And columns, razed as by a scythe, and high domes, shivered as an 

egg-shell, 
And deep embattled ranks, and women, crowded in the streets, 
And children, kneeling as for mercy, and all I had ever loved, 
Yea, over all, mine awful throne rushed on with seeming instinct, — 
And over the crackling forests, and over the rugged beach, 
And on with a terrible hiss through the foaming wild Atlantic 
That roared around me as I sat, but could not quench my spirit, — 
Still on, through startled solitudes we shattered the pavement of the sea, 
Down, down, to that central vault, the bolted doors of hell ; 
And these, with horrid shock, my huge throne battered in, 
And on to the deepest deep, where the fierce flames were hottest, 
Blazing tenfold as conquering furiously the seas that rushed in with 

me, — 
And there I stopped: and a fearful voice shouted in mine ear, 
" Behold the home of Discontent; behold the rest of Ambition ! " 




OF SUBJECTION. 




AW hath dominion over all things, over uni- 
versal mind and matter ; 
For there are reciprocities of right, which no 

creature can gainsay. 
Unto each was there added by its Maker, in 

the perfect chain of being, 
Dependencies and sustentations, accidents, and 

qualities, and powers : 
And each must fly forward in the curve, unto 

which it was forced from the beginning ; 
Each must attract and repel, or the monarchy 

of Order is no more. 
Laws are essential emanations from the self- 
poised character of God, 
And they radiate from that sun to the circling edges of creation. 
Verily, the mighty Lawgiver hath subjected Himself unto Laws, 
And God is the primal grand example of free unrestrained obedience ; 
His perfection is limited by right, and cannot trespass into wrong, 
Because He hath established Himself as the fountain of only good, 
And in thus much is bounded, that the evil hath He left unto another, 
And that dark other hath usurped the evil which Omnipotence laid down. 
Unto God there exist impossibilities; for the True One cannot lie, 
Nor the Wise One wander from the track which He hath determined for Himself: 
For His will was purposed from eternity, strong in the love of order ; 
And that will altereth not, as the law of the Medes and Persians. 
God is the origin of order, and the first exemplar of His precept; 
For there is subordination of His Essence, self-guided unto holiness ; 



OF SUBJECTION. 41 



And there is subordination of His Persons, in due procession of dignity ; 
For the Son, as a son, is subject ; and to Him doth the Spirit minister: 
But these things be mysteries to man, he cannot reach nor fathom them, 
And ever must he speak in paradox, when labouring to expound his God ; 
For, behold, God is alone, mighty in unshackled freedom ; 
And with those wondrous Persons abideth eternal equality. 

So then, start ye from the fountain, and follow the river of existence ; 
For its current is bounded throughout by the banks of just subordination : 
Thrones, and dominions, and powers, Archangels, Cherubim, and Seraphim, 
Angels, and flaming ministers, and breathing chariots and harps. 
For there are degrees in heaven, and varied capabilities of bliss, 
And steps in the ladder of Intelligence, and ranks in approaches to Perfection : 
Doubtless, reverence is given, as their due, to the masters in wisdom; 
* Doubtless, there are who serve; or a throne would have small glory. 
Regard now the universe of matter, the substance of visible creation, 
Which of old, with well-observing truth, the Greek hath surnamed, 

Order: 
Where is there an atom out of place? or a particle that yieldeth not 

obedience ? 
Where is there a fragment that is free? or one thing the equal of another? — 
The chain is unbroken down to man, and beyond him the links are perfect : 
But he standeth solitary sin, a marvel of permitted chaos. 

And shall this seeming error in the scale of due subordination 

Be a spot of desert unreclaimed, in the midst of the vineyard of the Lord? 

Shall his presumptuous pride snap the safe tether of connexion, 

And his blind selfish folly refuse the burden of maintenance ? 

O man, thou art a creature ; boast not thyself above the law : 



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Think not of thyself as free : thou art bound in the trammels of dependence. 

What is the sum of thy duty, but obedience to righteous rule ; 

To the great commanding Oracle, uttered by delegated organs ? 

Thou canst not render homage to abstract Omnipresent Power, 

Save through the concrete symbol of visible ordained authority. 

Those who obey not man, are oftenest found rebels against God ; 

And seldom is the delegate so bold, as to order what he knoweth to be 

wrong. 
Yet mark me, proud gainsayer ! I say not, obev unto sin ; 
But, where the Principal is silent, take heed thou despise not the Deputy: 
And He that loveth order, will bless thee for thy faith, 
If thou recognize His sanction in the powers that fashion human laws. 

Thou, the vicegerent of the Lord, His high anointed image, 
Towards whom a good man's loyalty floweth from the heart of his religion, 
Thou, whose deep responsibilities are fathomed by a nation's prayers, 
Whom wise men fear for while they love, and envy thee nothing but thy 

virtues, 
From thy dizzy pinnacle of greatness, remember thou also art a subject, 
And the throne of thine earthly glory is itself but the footstool of thy God. 
The homage thy kingdoms yield thee, regard thou as yielded unto Him ; 
And while girt with all the majesty of state, consider thee the Lord's chief 

servant : 
So shalt thou prosper, and be strong, grafted on the strength of Another; 
So shall thy royal heart be happy, in being humble. 
And thou shalt flourish as an oak, the monarch of thine island forests, 
Whose deep-dug roots are twisted around the stout ribs of the globe, 
That mocketh at the fury of the storm, and rejoiceth in summer sunshine, 
Glad in the smiles of heaven, and great in the stability of earth. 



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A ruler hath not power for himself, neither is his pomp for his pride; 
But beneath the ermine of his office should he wear the rough hair-cloth 

of humility. 
Nevertheless, every way obey him, so thou break not a higher commandment ; 
For Nero was an evil king, yet Paul prescribeth subjection. 
If the rulers of a nation be holy, the Lord hath blessed that nation; 
If they be lewd and impious, chastisement hath come upon that people: 
For the bitterest scourge of a land is ungodliness in them that govern it, 
And the guilt of the sons of Josiah drove Israel weeping into Babylon. 
Yet be thou resolute against them, if they change the mandates of thy God, 
If they touch the ark of His covenant, wherein all His mercies are enshrined : 
Be resolute, but not rebellious; lest thou be of the company of Korah : 
Set thy face against them as a flint: but be not numbered with Abiram. 
Daniel nobly disobeyed ; but not from a spirit of sedition : 
And Azarias shouted from the furnace, — I will not bow down, O king. 
If truth must be sacrificed to unity, then faithfulness were folly; 
If man must be obeyed before God, the martyrs have bled in vain : 
Yet none of that blessed army reviled the rulers of the land, 
They were loud and bold against the sin, but bent before the ensign of 

authority. 
Honesty, scorning compromise, walketh most suitably with Reverence ; 
Otherwise righteous daring may show but as obstinate rebellion : 
Therefore, suffer not thy censure to lack the savour of courtesy, 
And remember, the mortal sinneth,but the staff of his power is from God. 

Man, thou hast a social spirit, and art deeply indebted to thy kind : 
Therefore claim not all thy rights ; but yield, for thine own advantage. 
Society is a chain of obligations, and its links must support each other ; 
The branch can not but wither, that is cut from the parent vine. 



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Wouldst thou be a dweller in the woods, and cast away the cords that bind thee, 
Seeking, in thy bitterness or pride, to be exiled from thy fellows ? 
Behold, the beasts shall hunt thee, weak, naked, houseless outcast, 
Disease and Death shall track thee out, as bloodhounds in the wilderness : 
Better to be vilest of the vile, in the hated company of men, 
Than to live a solitary wretch, dreading and wanting all things ; 
Better to be chained to thy labour, in the dusky thoroughfares of life, 
Than to reign monarch of Sloth, in lonesome savage freedom. 

Whence then cometh the doctrine, that all should be equal and free? — 
It is the lie that crowded hell, when Seraphs flung away subjection. 
No man is his neighbour's equal, for no two minds are similar, 
And accidents, alike with qualities, have every shade but sameness : 
The lightest atom of difference shall destroy the nice balance of equality, 
And all things, from without and from within, make one man to differ from 

another. 
We are equal and free ! was the watchword that spirited the legions of Satan ; 
We are equal and free ! is the double lie that entrappeth to him conscripts 

from earth : 
The messengers of that dark despot will pander to thy licence and thy pride, 
And draw thee from the crowd where thou art safe, to seize thee in the 

solitary desert. 
Woe unto him whose heart the syren-song of Liberty hath charmed \ 
Woe unto him whose mind is bewitched by her treacherous beauty; 
In mad zeal flingeth he away the fetters of duty and restraint, 
And yieldeth up the holocaust of self to that fair Idol of the Damned. 
No man hath freedom in aught, save in that from which the wicked would 

be hindered, 
He is free toward God and good ; but to all else a bondman. 



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Thou art in a middle sphere, to render and receive honour ; 
If thy king commandeth, obey; and stand not in the way with rebels : 
But if need be, lay thy hand upon thy sword, and fear not to smite a traitor, 
For the universe acquitteth thee with honour, fighting in defence of thy king. 
If a thief break thy dwelling, and thou take him, it were sin in thee to let 

him go ; 
Yea, though he pleadeth to thy mercy, thou canst not spare him and be 

blameless : 
For his guilt is not only against thee, it is not thy moneys or thy merchandize, 
But he hath done damage to the Law, which duty constraineth thee to 

sanction. 
Feast not thine appetite of vengeance, remembering thou also art a man, 
But weep for the sad compulsion, in which the chain of Providence hath 

bound thee : 
Mercy is not thine to give ; wilt thou steal another's privilege ? 
Or send abroad, among thy neighbours, a felon whom impunity hath 

hardened ? 
Remember the Roman father, strong in his stern integrity, 
And let not thy slothful self-indulgence make thee a conniver at the crime. 
Also, if the knife of the murderer be raised against thee or thine, 
And through good providence and courage, thou slay him that would have 

slain thee, 
Thou losest not a tittle of thy rectitude, having executed sudden justice ; 
Still mayst thou walk among the blessed, though thy hands be red with blood. 
For thyself, thou art neither worse nor better ; but thy fellows should count 

thee their creditor : 
Thou hast manfully protected the right, and the right is stronger for thy deed. 
Also, in the rescuing of innocence, fear not to smite the ravisher ; 
What though he die at thy hand ? for a good name is better than the life ; 



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And if Phineas had everlasting praise in the matter of Salu's son, 
With how much greater honour standeth such a rescuer acquitted ? 
Uphold the laws of thy country, and fear not to fight in their defence : 
But first be convinced in thy mind ; for herein the doubter sinneth. 
Above all things, look thou well around, if indeed stern duty forceth thee 
To draw the sword of justice, and stain it with the slaughter of thy fellows. 

She, that lieth in thy bosom, the tender wife of thy affections, 

Must obey thee^ and be subject, that evil drop not on thy dwelling. 

The child that is used to constraint, feareth not more than he loveth ; 

But give thy son his way, he will hate thee and scorn thee together. 

The master of a well-ordered home knoweth to be kind to his servants ; 

Yet he exacteth reverence, and each one feareth at his post. 

There is nothing on earth so lowly, but duty giveth it importance ; 

No station so degrading, but it is ennobled by obedience : 

Yea, break stones upon the highway, acknowledging the Lord in thy lot, 

Happy shalt thou be, and honourable, more than many children of the mighty. 

Thou that despisest the outward forms, beware thou lose not the inward spirit ; 

For they are as words unto ideas, as symbols to things unseen. 

Keep then the form that is good ; retain, and do reverence to example ; 

And in all things observe subordination, for that is the whole duty of man. 

A horse knoweth his rider, be he confident or timid, 

And the fierce spirit of Bucephalus stoopeth unto none but Alexander ; 

The tigress, roused in the jungle by the prying spaniels of the fowler, 

Will quail at the eye of man, so he assert his dignity ; 

Nay, the very ships, those giant swans breasting the mighty waters, 

Roll in the trough, or break the wave, to the pilot's fear or courage : 

How much more shall man, discerning the Fountain of authority, 



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4^ 



Bow to superior commands, and make his own obeyed. 

And yet, in travelling the world, hast thou not often known 

A gallant host led on to ruin by a feeble Xerxes ? 

Hast thou not often seen the wanton luxury of indolence 

Sullying with its sleepy mist the tarnished crown of headship ? 

Alas ! for a thousand fathers, whose indulgent sloth 

Hath emptied the vial of confusion over a thousand homes : 

Alas ! for the palaces and hovels, that might have been nurseries for heaven, 

By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell : 

None knoweth his place, yet all refuse to serve, 

None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the sceptre ; 

And perchance some fiercer spirit, of natural nobility of mind, 

That needed but the kindness of constraint to have grown up great and good, 

Now — the rich harvest of his heart choked by unweeded tares, — 

All bold to dare and do, unchecked by wholesome fear, 

A scoffer about bigotry and priestcraft, a rebel against government and God, 




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And standard-bearer of the turbulent, leading on the sons of Belial, 
Such an one is king of that small state, head tyrant of the thirty, 
Brandishing the torch of discord in his village home : 
And the timid Eli of the house, yon humble parish-priest, 




Liveth in shame and sorrow, fearing his own handywork ; 

The mother, heartstricken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave ; 

The silent sisters long to leave a home they cannot love ; 

The brothers, casting off restraint, follow their wayward wills ; 



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And the chance-guest, early departing, blesseth his kind stars, 

That on his humbler home hath brooded no domestic curse ! 

Yet is that curse the fruit ; wouldest thou the root ot the evil ? 

A kindness — most unkind, that hath always spared the rod ; 

A weak and numbing indecision in the mind that should be master ; 

A foolish love, pregnant of hate, that never frowned on sin ; 

A moral cowardice of heart, that never dared command. 

A kingdom is a nest of families, and a family a small kingdom ; 
And the government of whole or part differeth in nothing but extent. 
The house, where the master ruleth, is strong in united subjection, 
And the only commandment with promise, being honoured, is a blessing to 

that house : 
But and if he yieldeth up the reins, it is weak in discordant anarchy, 
And the bonds of love and union melt away, as ropes of sand. 
The realm, that is ruled with vigour, lacketh neither peace nor glory, 
It dreadeth not foes from without, nor the sons of riot from within : 
But the meanness of temporizing fear robbeth a kingdom of its honour, 
And the weakness of indulgent sloth ravageth its bowels with discord. 
The best of human governments is the patriarchal rule ; 
The authorized supremacy of one, the prescriptive subjection of many : 
Therefore, the children of the East have thriven from age to age, 
Obeying, even as a god, the royal father of Cathay : 
Therefore, to this our day, the Rechabite wanteth not a man, 
But they stand before the Lord, forsaking not the mandate of their sire : 
Therefore shall Magog among nations arise from his northern lair, 
And rend, in the fury of his power, the insurgent world beneath him : 
For the thunderbolt of concentrated strength can be hurled by the will of one, 
While the dissipated forces of many are harmless as summer lightning. 



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N the silent watches of the night, calm night 
that breedeth thoughts, 
PiS When the task-weary mind disporteth in the 
careless play-hours of sleep, 
I dreamed ; and behold, a valley, green and 

sunny and well watered, 
And thousands moving across it, thousands and 

tens of thousands : 
And though many seemed faint and toil-worn, 

and stumbled often, and fell, 
Yet moved they on unresting, as the ever- 
flowing cataract. 
Then I noted adders in the grass, and pitfalls under the flowers, 
And chasms yawned among the hills, and the ground was cracked and 

slippery : 
But Hope and her brother Fear suffered not a foot to linger ; 
Bright phantoms of false joys beckoned alluringly forward, 
While yelling grisly shapes of dread came hunting on behind : 
And ceaselessly, like Lapland swarms, that miserable crowd sped along 
To the mist-involved banks of a dark and sullen river. 
There saw I, midway in the water, standing a giant fisher, 



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And he held many lines in his 

hand, and they called him Iron 

Destiny. 
So I tracked those subtle chains, 

and each held one among the 

multitude : 
Then I understood what hindered, 

that they rested not in their 




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For the fisher had sport in his fishing, and drew in his lines continually, 
And the new-born babe, and the aged man, were dragged into that dark 

river : 
And he pulled all those myriads along, and none might rest by the way, 
Till many, for shear weariness, were eager to plunge into the drowning 

stream. 

So I knew that valley was Life, and it sloped to the waters of Death. 
But far on the thither side spread out a calm and silent shore, 
Where all was tranquil as a sleep, and the crowded strand was quiet : 
And I saw there many I had known, but their eyes glared chillingly upon 

me, 
As set in deepest slumber ; and they pressed their fingers to their lips. 
Then I knew that shore was the dwelling of Rest, where spirits held their 

Sabbath, 
And it seemed they would have told me much, but they might not break 

that silence; 
For the law of their being was mystery : they glided on, hushing as they 

went. 
Yet further, under the sun, at the roots of purple mountains, 
I noted a blaze of glory, as the night-fires on northern skies ; 
And I heard the hum of joy, as it were a sea of melody ; 
And far as the eye could reach, were millions of happy creatures 
Basking in the golden light ; and I knew that land was Heaven. 
Then the hill whereon I stood split asunder, and a crater yawned at my feet, 
Black and deep and dreadful, fenced round with ragged rocks ; 
Dimly was the darkness lit up by spires of distant flame : 
And I saw below a moving mass of life, like reptiles bred in corruption, 
Where all was terrible unrest, shrieks and groans and thunder. 



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So I woke, and I thought upon my dream ; for it seemed of Wisdom's 

ministration. 
What man is he that findeth Rest, though he hunt for it year after year ? 
As a child he had not yet been wearied, and cared not then to court it ; 
As a youth he loved not to be quiet, for excitement spurred him into strife; 
As a man he tracketh rest in vain, toiling painfully to catch it, 
But still is he pulled from the pursuit, by the strong compulsion of his fate : 
So he hopeth to have peace in old age, as he cannot rest in manhood, 
But troubles thicken with his years, till Death hath dodged him to the grave. 
There remaineth a rest for the spirit on the shadowy side of life ; 
But unto this world's pilgrim no rest for the sole of his foot, 
Ever, from stage to stage, he travelleth wearily forward, 
And though he pluck flowers by the way, he may not sleep among the 

flowers. 
Mind is the perpetual motion ; for it is a running stream 
From an unfathomable source, the depth of the Divine Intelligence : 
And though it be stopped in its flowing, yet hath it a current within, 
The surface may sleep unruffled, but underneath are whirlpools of con- 
tention. 
Seekest thou rest, O mortal ? — seek it no more on earth, 
For destiny will not cease from dragging thee through the rough wilderness 

of life ; 
Seekest thou rest, O immortal ? — hope not to find it in heaven, 
For sloth yieldeth not happiness : the bliss of a spirit is action. 
Rest dwelleth only on an island in the midst of the ocean of existence, 
Where the world-weary soul for a while may fold its tired wings, 
Until, after short sufficient slumber, it is quickened unto deathless energy, 
And speedeth in eagle flight to the Sun of unapproachable Perfection. 




VICE is grown aweary of her gawds, and donneth russet garments, 

Loving for change to walk as a nun, beneath a modest veil : 

For Pride hath noted how all admire the fairness of Humility, 

And to clutch the praise he coveteth, is content to be drest in hair-cloth ; 



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55 



And wily Lust tempteth the young heart, that is proof against the bravery 

of harlots, 
With timid tears and retiring looks of an artful seeming maid ; 
And indolent Apathy, sleepily ashamed of his dull lack-lustre face, 
Is glad of the livery of meekness, that charitable cloak and cowl ; 
And Hatred hideth his demon frown beneath a gentle mask ; 
And Slander, snake-like, creepeth in the dust, thinking to escape recrimination. 
But the world hath gained somewhat from its years, and is quick to penetrate 

disguises, 
Neither in all these is it deceived, but divideth the true from the false. 

Yet there is a meanness of spirit, that is fair in the eyes of most men, 
Yea, and seemeth fair unto itself, loving to be thought Humility. 
Its choler is not roused by insolence, neither do injuries disturb it : 
Honest indignation is strange unto its breast, and just reproof unto its lip. 
It shrinketh, looking fearfully on men, fawning at the feet of the great ; 
The breath of calumny is sweet unto its ear, and it courteth the rod of 

persecution. 
But what ! art thou not a man, deputed chief of the creation ? 
Art thou not a soldier of the right, militant for God and good ? 
Shall virtue and truth be degraded, because thou art too base to uphold them ? 
Or Goliath be bolder in blaspheming for want of a David in the camp ? 
I say not, avenge injuries ; for the ministry of vengeance is not thine : 
But wherefore rebuke not a liar ? wherefore do dishonour to thyself? 
Wherefore let the evil triumph, when the just and the right are on thy side? 
Such Humility is abject, it lacketh the life or sensibility, 
And that resignation is but mock, where the burden is not felt : 
Suspect thyself and thy meekness : thou art mean and indifferent to sin ; 
And the heart that should grieve and forgive, is case-hardened and forgetteth. 



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Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker, 
But oftentimes it seemeth out of place in the intercourse of man with man: 
Yea, it is the cringer to his equal, that is chiefly seen bold to his God, 
While the martyr, whom a world cannot brow-beat, is humble as a child 

before Him. 
Render unto all men their due, but remember thou also art a man, 
And cheat not thyself of the reverence which is owing to thy reasonable being. 
Be courteous, and listen, and learn : but teach and answer if thou canst : 
Serve thee of thy neighbour's wisdom, but be not enslaved as to a master. 
Where thou perceivest knowledge, bend the ear of attention and respect ; 
But yield not further to the teaching, than as thy mind is warranted by reasons. 
Better is an obstinate disputant, that yieldeth inch by inch, 
Than the shallow traitor to himself, who surrendereth to half an argument. 

Modesty winneth good report, but scorn cometh close upon servility ; 
Therefore, use meekness with discretion, casting not pearls before swine. 
For a fool will tread upon thy neck, if he seeth thee lying in the dust ; 
And there be companies and seasons where a resolute bearing is but duty. 
If a good man discloseth his secret failings unto the view of the profane, 
What doeth he but harm unto his brother, confirming him in his sin ? 
There is a concealment that is right, and an open-mouthed humility that erreth; 
There is a candour near akin to folly, and a meekness looking like shame. 
Masculine sentiments, vigorously holden, well become a man ; 
But a weak mind hath a timorous grasp, and mistaketh it for tenderness of 

conscience. 
Many are despised for their folly, who put it to the account of their religion, 
And because men treat them with contempt, they look to their God for glory ; 
But contempt shall still be their reward, who betray their Master unto ridicule, 
Reflecting on Him in themselves, meanness and ignorance and cowardice. 



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57 



A Christian hath a royal spirit, and need not be ashamed but unto One: 
Among just men walketh he softly, but the world should see him as a 

champion. 
His humbleness is far unlike the shame that covereth the profligate and weak, 
When the sober reproof of virtue hath touched their tingling ears ; 
It is born of love and wisdom, and is worthy of all honour, 
And the sweet persuasion of its smile changeth contempt into reverence. 

A man of a haughty spirit is daily adding to his enemies : 

He standeth as the Arab in the desert, and the hands of all men are against him : 

A man of a base mind daily subtracteth from his friends, 

For he holdeth himself so cheaply, that others learn to despise him : 

But where the meekness of self-knowledge veileth the front of self-respect, 

There look thou for the man, whom none can know but they will honour. 

Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, 

And lieth lowly on the ground, beloved and lovely as the violet : 

Humility is the fair-haired maid, that calleth Worth her brother, 

The gentle silent nurse, that fostereth infant virtues : 

Humility bringeth no excuse ; she is welcome to God and to man : 

Her countenance is needful unto all, who would prosper in either world : 

And the mild light of her sweet face is mirrored in the eyes of her companions, 

And straightway stand they accepted, children of penitence and love. 

As when the blind man is nigh unto a rose, its sweetness is the herald of its 

beauty, 
So when thou savourest Humility, be sure thou art nigh unto merit. 
A gift rejoiceth the covetous, and praise fatteneth the vain, 
And the pride of man delighteth in the humble bearing of his fellow ; 
But to the tender benevolence of the unthanked Almoner of good, 
Humility is queen among the graces, for she giveth Him occasion to bestow. 




DEEP is the sea, and deep is hell, but Pride mineth deeper; 

It is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul. 

If thou expose it in thy motives, and track it in thy springs of thought, 

Complacent in its own detection, it will seem indignant virtue ; 

Smoothly will it gratulate thy skill, O subtle anatomist of self, 

And spurn at its very being, while it nestleth the deeper in thy bosom. 



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59 



Pride is a double traitor, and betrayeth itself to entrap thee, 

Making thee vain of thy self-knowledge; proud of thy discoveries of Pride. 

Fruitlessly thou strainest for humility, by darkly diving into self; 

Rather look away from innate evil, and gaze upon extraneous good : 

For in sounding the deep things of the heart, thou shalt learn to be vain of 

its capacities, 
But in viewing the heights above thee, thou shalt be taught thy littleness : 
Could an emmet pry into itself, it might marvel at its own anatomy, 
But let it look on eagles, to discern how mean a thing it is. 
And all things hang upon comparison ; to the greater, great is small : 
Neither is there anything so vile, but somewhat yet is viler : 
On all si v des is there an infinity : the culprit at the gallows hath his worse, 
And the virgin martyr at the stake need not look far for a better. 
Therefore see thou that thine aim reacheth unto higher than thyself: 
Beware that the standard of thy soul wave from the loftiest battlement : 
For Pride is a pestilent meteor, flitting on the marshes of corruption, 
That will lure thee forward to thy death, if thou seek to track it to its source : 
Pride is a gloomy bow, arching the infernal firmament, 
That will lead thee on, if thou wilt hunt it, even to the dwelling of despair. 
Deep calleth unto deep, and mountain overtoppeth mountain, 
And still shalt thou fathom to no end the depth and the height of Pride : 
For it is the vast ambition of the soul, warped to an idol object, 
And nothing but a Deity in Self can quench its insatiable thirst. 

Be aware of the smiling enemy, that openly sheatheth his weapon, 

But mingleth poison in secret with the sacred salt of hospitality : 

For Pride will lie dormant in thy heart, to snatch his secret opportunity, 

Watching, as a lion-ant, in the bottom of his toils. 

Stay not to parley with thy foe, for his tongue is more potent than his arm ; 



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But be wiser, fighting against Pride in the simple panoply of prayer. 
As one also of the poets hath said, let not the Proteus escape thee ; 
For he will blaze forth as fire, and quench himself in likeness of water ; 
He will fright thee as a roaring beast, or charm thee as a subtle reptile. 
Mark, amid all his transformations, the complicate deceitfulness of Pride, 
And the more he striveth to elude thee, bind him the closer in thy toils. 
Prayer is the net that snareth him ; prayer is the fetter that holdeth him : 
Thou canst not nourish Pride, while waiting as an almsman on thy God, — 
Waiting in sincerity and trust, or Pride shall meet thee even there ; 
Yea, from the palaces of Heaven, hath Pride cast down his millions. 
Root up the mandrake from thy heart, though it cost thee blood and groans, 
Or the cherished garden of thy graces will fade and perish utterly. 




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KNEW that age was enriched with the hard- 
earned wages of knowledge, 
I And I saw that hoary wisdom was bred in the 
school of disappointment : 

I noted that the wisest of youth, though provi- 
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Yet sailed along unsteadily, as lacking some ballast of the mind : 

And the cause seemed to lie in this, that while they considered around 

them, 
And warded off all dangers from without, they forgat their own weakness 

within. 
So steer they in self-confidence, until, from the multitude of perils, 
They begin to be wary of themselves, and learn the first lesson of 

Experience. 
I knew that in the morning of life, before its wearisome journey, 
The youthful soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being ; 
It hath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit to its hopes ; 
The wing of fancy is unclipt, and sin hath not seared the feelings : 
Each feature is stamped with immortality, for all its desires are infinite, 
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness, to fill the deep hollow within. 
But the old and the grave look on, pitying that generous youth, 
For they also have tasted long ago the bitterness of hope destroyed : 
They pity him, and are sad, remembering the days that are past, 
But they know he must taste for himself, or he will not give ear to their 

wisdom. 
For Experience hath another lesson, which a man will do well if he 

learn, 
By checking the flight of expectation, to cheat disappointment of its 

pain. 

Experience teacheth many things, and all men are his scholars : 
Yet is he a strange tutor, unteaching that which he hath taught. 
Youth is confident, manhood wary, and old age confident again : 
Youth is kind, manhood cold, and age returneth unto kindness. 
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Mistrusteth all, overleaping the mark ; and age correcteth his excess. 
Suspicion is the scaffold unto faith, a temporary needful eyesore, 
By which the strong man's dwelling is slowly builded up behind ; 
But soon as the top-stone hath been set to the well-proved goodly edifice, 
The scaffold is torn down, and well-timed trust taketh its long leave of 
suspicion. 

A thousand volumes in a thousand tongues enshrine the lessons of 

Experience, 
Yet a man shall read them all, and go forth none the wiser : 
For self-love lendeth him a glass, to colour all he conneth, 
Lest in the features of another he find his own complexion. 
And we secretly judge of ourselves as differing greatly from all men, 
And love to challenge causes to show how we can master their effects : 
Pride is pampered in expecting that we need not fear a common fate, 
Or wrong-headed prejudice exulteth, in combating old Experience ; 
Or perchance caprice and discontent are the spurs that goad us into 

danger, 
Careless, and half in hope to find there an enemy to joust with. 
Private Experience is an unsafe teacher, for we rarely learn both sides, 
And from the gilt surface reckon not on steel beneath : 
The torrid sons of Guinea think scorn of icy seas, 
And the frostbitten Greenlander disbelieveth suns too hot. 
But thou, student of Wisdom, feed on the marrow of the matter : 
If thou wilt suspect, let it be thyself; if thou wilt expect, let it not be 

gladness. 




RASHLY, nor ofttimes truly, 

doth man pass judgment on 

his brother ; 
For he seeth not the springs of 

the heart, nor heareth the 

reasons of the mind. 



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And the world is not wiser than of old, when justice was meted by the 

sword, 
When the spear avenged the wrong, and the lot decided the right, 
When the footsteps of blinded innocence were tracked by burning plough- 
shares, 
And the still condemning water delivered up the wizard to the stake : 
For we wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see what the end will be, 
Fixing the right or the wrong, by the issues of failure or success. 
Judge not of things by their events : neither of character by providence ; 
And count not a man more evil, because he is more unfortunate : 
For the blessings of a better covenant lie not in the sunshine of prosperity, 
But pain and chastisement the rather show the wise Father's love. 

Behold that daughter of the world : she is full of gaiety and gladness ; 
The diadem of rank is on her brow, uncounted wealth is in her coffers : 
She tricketh out her beauty like Jezebel, and is welcome in the courts of 

kings : 
She is queen of the fools of fashion, and ruleth the revels of luxury : 
And though she sitteth not as Tamar, nor standeth in the ways as Rahab, 
Yet in the secret of her chamber, she shrinketh not from dalliance and 

guilt. 
She careth not if there be a God, or a soul, or a time of retribution ; 
Pleasure is the idol of her heart : she thirsteth for no purer heaven. 
And she laugheth with light good humour, and all men praise her gentleness ; 
They are glad in her lovely smile, and the river of her bounty filleth them. 
So she prospered in the world : the worship and desire of thousands ; 
And she died even as she had lived, careless and courteous and liberal. 
The grave swallowed up her pomp, the marble proclaimed her virtues, 
For men esteemed her excellent, and charities sounded forth her praise : 



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But elsewhere far other judgment setteth her — with infidels and harlots ! 
She abused the trust of her splendour : and the wages of her sin shall be 
hereafter. 

Look again on this fair girl, the orphan of a village pastor 

Who is dead, and hath left her his all, — his blessing, and a name 

unstained. 
And friends, with busy zeal, that their purses be not taxed, 
Place the sad mourner in a home, poor substitute for that she hath lost. 
A stranger among strange faces she drinketh the wormwood of dependence ; 
She is marked as a child of want : and the world hateth poverty. 
Prayer is not heard in that house ; the day she hath loved to hallow 
Is noted but by deeper dissipation, the riot of luxury and gaming : 
And wantonness is in her master's eye, and she hath nowhere to flee to ; 
She is cared for by none upon earth, and her God seemeth to forsake her. 
Then cometh, in fair show, the promise and the feint of affection, 
And her heart, long unused to kindness, remembereth her father, and loveth. 
And the villain hath wronged her trust, and mocked, and flung her 

from him, 
And men point at her and laugh ; and women hate her as an outcast : 
But elsewhere, far other judgment seateth her — among the martyrs ! 
And the Lord, who seemed to forsake, giveth double glory to the fallen. 

Once more, in the matter of wealth : if thou throw thine all on a chance, 
Men will come around thee, and wait, and watch the turning of the 

wheel : 
And if, in the lottery of life, thou hast drawn a splendid prize, 
What foresight hadst thou, and skill ! yea, what enterprize and wisdom ! 
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Behold, the simple did sow, and hath reaped the right harvest of his folly : 
And the world will be gladly excused, nor will reach out a finger to help ; 
For why should this speculative dullard be a whirlpool to all around him ? 
Go to, let him sink by himself: we knew what the end of it would be : — 
For the man hath missed his mark, and his fellows look no further. 

Also, touching guilt and innocence : a man shall walk in his uprightness 

Year after year without reproach, in charity and honesty with all : 

But in one evil hour the enemy shall come in like a flood ; 

Shall track him, and tempt him, and hem him, — till he knoweth not 

whither to fly. 
Perchance his famishing little ones shall scream in his ears for bread, 
And, maddened by that fierce cry, he rusheth as a thief upon the world ; 
The world that hath left him to starve, itself wallowing in plenty, — 
The world, that denieth him his rights, — he daringly robbeth it of them. 
I say not, such an one is innocent ; but, small is the measure of his guilt 
To that of his wealthy neighbour, who would not help him at his need ; 
To that of the selfish epicure, who turned away with coldness from 

his tale ; 
To that of unsufFering thousands, who look with complacence on his fall. 

Or perchance the continual dropping of the venomed words of spite, 

Insult and injury and scorn, have galled and pierced his heart ; 

Yet, with all long-suffering and meekness, he forgiveth unto seventy times 

seven : 
Till, in some weaker moment, tempted beyond endurance, 
He striketh, more in anger than in hate ; and, alas ! for his heavy chance, 
He hath smitten unto instant death his spiteful life-long enemy ! 
And none was by to see it ; and all men knew of their contentions : 



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Fierce voices shout for his blood, and rude hands hurry him to judgment. 

Then man's verdict cometh, — Murderer, with forethought malice ; 

And his name is a note of execration ; his guilt is too black for devils. 

But to the Righteous Judge, seemeth he the suffering victim ; 

For his anger was not unlawful, but became him as a Christian and a man -, 

And though his guilt was grievous when he struck that heavy bitter blow, 

Yet light is the sin of the smiter, and verily kicketh the beam, 

To the weight of that man's wickedness, whose slow relentless hatred 

Met him at every turn, with patient continuance in evil. 

Doubtless, eternal wrath shall be heaped upon that spiteful enemy. 

It is vain, it is vain, saith the preacher ; there be none but the righteous 

and the wicked, 
Base rebels, and staunch allies, the true knight, and the traitor : 
And he beareth strong witness among men, There is no neutral ground, 
The broad highway and narrow path map out the whole domain ; 
Sit here among the saints, these holy chosen few, 
Or grovel there a wretch condemned, to die among the million. 
And verily for ultimate results, there be but good and bad ; 
Heaven hath no dusky twilight ; hell is not gladdened with a dawn. 
Yet looking round among his fellows, who can pass righteous judgment, 
Such an one is holy and accepted, and such an one reprobate and 

doomed ? 
There is so much of good among the worst, so much of evil in the best, 
Such seeming partialities in providence, so many things to lessen and 

expand, 
Yea, and with all man's boast, so little real freedom of his will, — 
That, to look a little lower than the surface, garb or dialect or fashion, 
Thou shalt feebly pronounce for a saint, and faintly condemn for a sinner. 



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Over many a good heart and true, fluttereth the Great King's pennant ; 

By many an iron hand, the pirate's black banner is unfurled : 

But there be many more besides, in the yacht and the trader and the 

fishing-boat, 
In the feathered war-canoe, and the quick mysterious gondola : 
And the army of that Great King hath no stated uniform ; 
Of mingled characters and kinds goeth forth the countless host ; 
There is the turbaned Damascene, with his tattooed Zealand brother, 
There the slim bather in the Ganges, with the sturdy Russian boor, 
The sluggish inmate of a Polar cave, with the fire-souled daughter of 

Brazil, 
The embruted slave from Cuba, and the Briton of gentle birth. 
For all are His inheritance, of all He taketh tithe : 
And the church, His mercy's ark, hath some of every sort. 
Who art thou, O man, that art fixing the limits of the fold ? 
Wherefore settest thou stakes to spread the tent of heaven ? 
Lay not the plummet to the line : religion hath no landmarks : 
No human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith : 
In some it is as earliest dawn, the scarce diluted darkness ; 
In some as dubious twilight, cold and grey and gloomy : 
In some the ebon east is streaked with flaming gold : 
In some the dayspring from on high breaketh in all its praise. 
And who hath determined the when, separating light from darkness ? 
Who shall pluck from earliest dawn the promise of the day ? 
Leave that care to the Husbandman, lest thou garner tares ; 
Help thou the Shepherd in His seeking, but to separate be His : 
For I have often seen the noble erring spirit 
Wrecked on the shoals of passion, and numbered of the lost ; 
Often the generous heart, lit by unhallowed fire, 



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Counted a brand among the burning, and left uncared for in his sin : 

Yet I waited a little year, and the mercy thou hadst forgotten 

Hath purged that noble spirit, washing it in waters of repentance ; 

That glowing generous heart, having burnt out all its dross, 

Is as a golden censer, ready for the aloes and cassia : 

While thou, hard-visaged man, unlovely in thy strictness, 

Who turned from him thy sympathies with self-complacent pride, 

How art thou shamed by him ! his heart is a spring of love, 

While the dry well of thine affections is choked with secret mammon. 

Sometimes at a glance thou judgest well ; years could add little to thy 

knowledge : 
When charity gloweth on the cheek, or malice is lowering in the eye, 
When honesty's open brow, or the weasel-face of cunning is before thee, 
Or the loose lip of wantonness, or clear bright forehead of reflection. 
But often, by shrewd scrutiny, thou judgest to the good man's harm : 
For it may be his hour of trial, or he slumbereth at his post, 
Or he hath slain his foe, but not yet levelled the stronghold, 




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Or barely recovered of the wounds, that fleshed him in his fray with passion. 
Also, of the worst, through prejudice, thou loosely shalt think well : 
For none is altogether evil, and thou mayst catch him at his prayers : 
There may be one small prize, though all beside be blanks ; 
A silver thread of goodness in the black serge-cloth of crime. 

There is to whom all things are easy ; his mind, as a master-key, 

Can open, with intuitive address, the treasuries of art and science : 

There is to whom all things are hard ; but industry giveth him a crow-bar, 

To force, with groaning labour, the stubborn lock of learning : 

And often, when thou lookest on an eye, dim in native dulness, 

Little shalt thou wot of the wealth diligence hath gathered to its gaze ; 

Often, the brow that should be bright with the dormant fire of genius, 

Within its ample halls, hath ignorance the tenant. 

Yet are not the sons of men cast as in moulds by the lot ? 

The like in frame and feature hath much alike in spirit : 

Such a shape hath such a soul, so that a deep discerner 

From his make will read the man, and err not far in judgment : 

Yea, and it holdeth in the converse, that growing similarity of mind 

Findeth or maketh for itself an apposite dwelling in the body : 

Accident may modify, circumstance may bevil, externals seem to change it, 

But still the primitive crystal is latent in its many variations : 

For the map of the face, and the picture of the eye, are traced by the pen 

of passion ; 
And the mind fashioneth a tabernacle suitable for itself. 
A mean spirit boweth down the back, and the bowing fostereth meanness ; 
A resolute purpose knitteth the knees, and the firm tread nourisheth 

decision; 
Love looketh softly from the eye, and kindleth love by looking ; 



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Hate furroweth the brow, and a man may frown till he hateth : 
For mind and body, spirit and matter, have reciprocities of power, 
And each keepeth up the strife ; a man's works make or mar him. 

There be deeper things than these, lying in the twilight of truth ; 

But few can discern them aright, from surrounding dimness of error. 

For perchance, if thou knewest the whole, and largely with comprehensive 

mind 
Couldst read the history of character, the chequered story of a life, 
And into the great account, which summeth a mortal's destiny, 
Wert to add the forces from without, dragging him this way and that, 
And the secret qualities within, grafted on the soul from the womb, 
And the might of other men's example, among whom his lot is cast, 
And the influence of want or wealth, of kindness or harsh ill-usage, 
Of ignorance he cannot help, and knowledge found for him by others, 
And first impressions, hard to be effaced, and leadings to right or to wrong, 
And inheritance of likeness from a father, and natural human frailty, 
And the habit of health or disease, and prejudices poured into his mind, 
And the myriad little matters none but Omniscience can know, 
And accidents that steer the thoughts, where none but Ubiquity can trace 

them \ — 
If thou couldst compass all these, and the consequents flowing from them, 
And the scope to which they tend, and the necessary fitness of all things, 
Then shouldst thou see as He seeth, who judgeth all men equal, — 
Equal, touching innocence and guilt ; and different alone in this, 
That one acknowledgeth his evil, and looketh to his God for mercy ; 
Another boasteth of his good, and calleth on his God for justice ; 
So He, that sendeth none away, is largely munificent to prayer, 
But, in the heart of presumption, sheatheth the sword of vengeance. 



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BLUNTED unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, 

But that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil. 

Anger is a noble infirmity, the generous failing of the just, 

The one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogatives of virtue : 

But hatred is a slow continuing crime, a fire in the bad man's breast, 



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A dull and hungry flame, for ever craving insatiate. 

Hatred would harm another; anger would indulge itself: 

Hatred is a simmering poison ; anger, the opening of a valve : 

Hatred destroyeth as the upas-tree; anger smiteth as a staff: 

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell ; but anger is known in heaven. 

Is there not a righteous wrath, an anger just and holy, 

When goodness is sitting in the dust, and wickedness enthroned on Babel ? 

Doth pity condemn guilt ? — is justice not a feeling but a law 

Appealing to the line and to the plummet, incognizant of moral sense ? 

Thou that condemnest anger, small is thy sympathy with angels, 

Thou that hast accounted it for sin, cold is thy communion with heaven. 

Beware of the angry in his passion; but fear not to approach him afterward ; 

For if thou acknowledge thine error, he himself will be sorry for his wrath : 

Beware of the hater in his coolness ; for he meditateth evil against thee : 

Commending the resources of his mind calmly to work thy ruin. 

Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger : 

The one lieth secret, as a serpent ; the other chaseth, as a leopard. 

Speedily be reconciled in love, and receive the returning offender, 

For wittingly prolonging Anger, thou tamperest unconsciously with Hatred. 

Patience is power in a man, nerving him to rein his spirit : 

Passion is as palsy to his arm, while it yelleth on the coursers to their speed : 

Patience keepeth counsel, and standeth in solid self-possession, 

But the weakness of sudden passion layeth bare the secrets of the soul. 

The sentiment of anger is not ill, when thou lookest on the impudence of vice, 

Or savourest the breath of calumny, or hast earned the hard wages of 

injustice; 
But see that thou curb it in expression, rendering the mildness of rebuke, 
So shalt thou stand without reproach, mailed in all the dignity of virtue. 




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I HEARD the man of sin reproaching the goodness of Jehovah, 
Wherefore, if He be Almighty Love, permitteth He misery and pain ? 
I saw the child of hope vexed in the labyrinth of doubt, 
Wherefore, O holy One and just, is the horn of Thy foul foe so high exalted? 
And, alas ! for this our groaning world, for that grief and guilt are here ; 
Alas ! for that Earth is the battle-field, where good must combat with evil : 
Angels look on and hold their breath, burning to mingle in the conflict, 
But the troops of the Captain of Salvation may be none but the soldiers of 

the cross : 
And that slender band must fight alone, and yet shall triumph gloriously, 
Enough shall they be for conquest, and the motto of their standard is, 

Enough. 



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Thou art sad, O denizen of earth, for pains and diseases and death, 

But remember, thy hand hath earned them; grudge not at the wages of 

thy doings : 
Thy guilt, and thy fathers' guilt, must bring many sorrows in their company, 
And if thou wilt drink sweet poison, doubtless it shall rot thee to the core. 
What art thou but the heritor of evil, with a right to nothing good ? 
The respite of an interval of ease were a boon which Justice might deny 

thee : 
Therefore lay thy hand upon thy mouth, O man much to be forgiven, 
And wait, thou child of hope, for time shall teach thee all things. 

Yet hear, for my speech shall comfort thee : reverently, but with boldness, 

I would raise the sable curtain, that hideth the symmetry of Providence. 

Pain and sin are convicts, and toil in their fetters for good ; 

The weapons of evil are turned against itself, fighting under better banners : 

The leech delighteth in stinging, and the wicked loveth to do harm, 

But the wise Physician of the Universe useth that ill tendency for health. 

Verily, from others' griefs are gendered sympathy and kindness j 

Patience, humility, and faith, spring not seldom from thine own : 

An enemy, humbled by his sorrows, cannot be far from thy forgiveness ; 

A friend, who hath tasted of calamity, shall fan the dying incense of thy love : 

And for thyself, is it a small thing, so to learn thy frailty, 

That from an aching bone thou savest the whole body ? 

The furnace of affliction may be fierce, but if it refineth thy soul, 

The good of one meek thought shall outweigh years of torment. 

Nevertheless, wretched man, if thy bad heart be hardened in the flame, 

Being earth-born, as of clay, and not of moulded wax, 

Judge not the hand that smiteth, as if thou wert visited in wrath : 

Reproach thyself, for He is Justice ; repent thee, for He is Mercy. 



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Cease, fond caviller at wisdom, to be satisfied that everything is wrong : 
Be sure there is good necessity, even for the nourishing of evil. 
Would the eye delight in perpetual noon ? or the ear in unqualified harmonics ? 
Hath winter's frost no welcome, contrasting sturdily with summer ? 
Couldst thou discern benevolence, if there were no sorrows to be soothed ? 
Or discover the resources of contrivance, if nothing stood opposed to the 

means ? 
What were power without an enemy ? or mercy without an object ? 
Or truth, where the false were impossible ? or love, where love were a debt? 
The characters of God were but idle, if all things around Him were 

perfection, 
And virtues might slumber on like death, if they lacked the opportunities 

of evil. 
There is One all-perfect, and but one; man dare not reason of His essence: 
But there must be deficiencies in heaven, to leave room for progression in 

bliss : 
A realm of unqualified best were a stagnant pool of being, 
And the circle of absolute perfection, the abstract cipher of indolence. 
Sin is an awful shadow, but it addeth new glories to the light ; 
Sin is a black foil, but it setteth ofF the jewelry of heaven : 
Sin is the traitor that hath dragged the majesty of mercy into action ; 
Sin is the whelming argument, to justify the attribute of vengeance. 
It is a deep dark thought, and needeth to be diligently studied, 
But perchance evil was essential, that God should be seen of His creatures : 
For where perfection is not, there lacketh possible good, 
And the absence of better that might be, taketh from the praise of it is well : 
And creatures must be finite, and finite cannot be perfect : 
Therefore, though in small degree, creation involveth evil, 
He chargeth His angels with folly, and the heavens are not clean in His sight : 



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For every existence in the universe hath either imperfection or Godhead : 
And the light that blazeth but in One, must be softened with shadow for 

the many. 
There is then good in evil ; or none could have known his Maker ; 
No spiritual intellect or essence could have gazed on His high perfections, 
No angel harps could have tuned the wonders of His wisdom, 
No ransomed souls have praised the glories of His mercy, 
No howling fiends have shown the terrors of His justice, 
But God would have dwelt alone, in the fearful solitude of holiness. 

Nevertheless, O sinner, harden not thine heart in evil ; 

Nor plume thee in imaginary triumph, because thou art not valueless as vile ; 

Because thy dark abominations add lustre to the clarity of Light ; 

Because a wonder-working alchemy draineth elixir out of poisons ; 

Because the same fiery volcano that scorcheth and ravageth a continent, 

Hath in the broad blue bay cast up some petty island ; 

Because to the full demonstration of the qualities and accidents of good 

The swarthy legions of the Devil have toiled as unwitting pioneers. 

For sin is still sin ; so hateful Love doth hate it ; 

A blot on the glory of creation, which Justice must wipe out. 

Sin is a loathsome leprosy, fretting the white robe of innocence ; 

A rottenness, eating out the heart of the royal cedars of Lebanon ; 

A pestilential blast, the terror of that holy pilgrimage ; 

A rent in the sacred veil, whereby God left His temple. 

Therefore, consider thyself, thou that dost not sorrow for thy guilt : 

Fear evil, or face its Enemy : dread sin, or dare Justice. 

Yea, saith the Spirit : and their works do follow them ; 

Habits, and thoughts, and deeds, are shadows and satellites of self. 



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What ! shall the claimant to a throne stand forward with a rabble rout, — 

Meanness, impiety, and lust ; riot and indolence and vanity ? 

Nay, man ! the train wherewith thou comest attend whither thou shalt go : 

A throne for a king's son, but an inner dungeon for the felon. 

For a man's works do follow him : bodily, standing in the judgment, 

Behold the false accuser, behold the slandered saint ; 

The slave, and his bloody driver ; the poor, and his generous friend ; 

The simple dupe, and the crafty knave : the murderer, and — his victim ! 

Yet all are in many characters; the best stand guilty at the bar ; 

And he that seemed the worst may have most of real excuse. 

The talents unto which a man is born, be they few or many, 

Are dropped into the balance of account, working unlooked-for changes ; 

And perchance the convict from the galleys may stand above the hermit 

in his cell, 
For that, the obstacles in one outweigh the propensions in the other. 
There be, who have made themselves friends, yea, by unrighteous mammon, — 
Friends, ready waiting as an escort to those everlasting habitations ; 
Embodied in living witnesses, thronging to meet them in a cloud, 
Charity, meekness and truth, zeal, sincerity and patience. 
There be, who have made themselves foes, yea, by honest gain, 
Foes, whose plaint must have its answer, before the bright portal is unbarred : 
Pride, and selfishness, and sloth, apathy, wrath and falsehood, 
Bind to their everlasting toil many that must weary in the fires. 
Love hath a power and a longing to save the gathered world, 
And rescue universal man from the hunting hell-hounds of his doings : 
Yet few, here one and there one, scanty as the gleaning after harvest, 
Are glad of the robes of praise which Mercy would fling around the naked; 
But wrapping closer to their skin the poisoned tunic of their works, 
They stand in self-dependence, to perish in abandonment of God. 




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A WICKED man scorneth prayer, in the shallow sophistry of reason, 
He derideth the silly hope that God can be moved by supplication : — 



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Can the Unchangeable be changed, or waver in His purpose ? 

Can the weakness of pity affect Him ? Should He turn at the bidding of a 

man ? 
Methought He ruled all things, and ye called His decrees immutable, 
But if thus He listeneth to words, wherein is the firmness of His will ? — 
So I heard the speech of the wicked, and, lo, it was smoother than oil ; 
But I knew that his reasonings were false, for the promise of the Scripture 

is true : 
Yet was my soul in darkness, for his words were too hard for me ; 
Till I turned to my God in prayer : for I know He heareth always. 
Then I looked abroad on the earth, and, behold, the Lord was in all things ; 
Yet saw I not His hand in aught, but perceived that He worketh by 

means ; 
Yea, and the power of the mean proveth the wisdom that ordained it, 
Yea, and no act is useless, to the hurling of a stone through the air. 
So I turned my thoughts to supplication, and beheld the mercies of Jehovah, 
And I saw sound argument was still the faithful friend of godliness ; 
For as the rock of the affections is the solid approval of reason, 
Even so the temple of Religion is founded on the basis of Philosophy. 

Scorner, thy thoughts are weak, they reach not the summit of the matter ; 
Go to, for the mouth of a child might show thee the mystery of prayer : 
Verily, there is no change in the counsels of the Mighty Ruler : 
Verily, His purpose is strong, and rooted in the depths of necessity : 
But who hath shown thee His purpose, who hath made known to thee His 

will ? 
When, O gainsayer ! hast thou been schooled in the secrets of wisdom ? 
Fate is a creature of God, and all things move in their orbits, 
And that which shall surely happen is known unto Him from eternity ; 



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But as, in the field of nature, He useth the sinews of the ox, 
And commandeth diligence and toil, Himself giving the increase ; 
So, in the kingdom of His grace, granteth He omnipotence to prayer, 
For He knoweth what thou wilt ask, and what thou wilt ask aright. 
No man can pray in faith, whose prayer is not grounded on a promise : 
Yet a good man commendeth all things to the righteous wisdom of his 

God: 
For those, who pray in faith, trust the immutable Jehovah, 
And they, who ask blessings unpromised, lean on uncovenanted mercy. 

Man, regard thy prayers as a purpose of love to thy soul ; 

Esteem the providence that led to them as an index of God's good will ; 

So shalt thou pray aright, and thy words shall meet with acceptance. 

Also, in pleading for others, be thankful for the fulness of thy prayer : 

For if thou art ready to ask, the Lord is more ready to bestow. 

The salt preserveth the sea, and the saints uphold the earth ; 

Their prayers are the thousand pillars that prop the canopy of nature. 

Verily, an hour without prayer, from some terrestrial mind, 

Were a curse in the calendar of time, a spot of the blackness of darkness. 

Perchance the terrible day, when the world must rock into ruins, 

Will be one unwhitened by prayer, — shall He find faith on the earth ? 

For there is an economy of mercy, as of wisdom, and power, and 

means ; 
Neither is one blessing granted, unbesought from the treasury of good : 
And the charitable heart of the Being, to depend upon whom is happiness, 
Never withholdeth a bounty, so long as His subject prayeth ; 
Yea, ask what thou wilt, to the second throne in heaven, 
It is thine, for whom it was appointed ; there is no limit unto prayer : 
But and if thou cease to ask, tremble, thou self-suspended creature, 



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For thy strength is cut off as was Samson's : and the hour of thy doom is 
come. 

Frail art thou, O man, as a bubble on the breaker, 

Weak and governed by externals, like a poor bird caught in the storm j 

Yet thy momentary breath can still the raging waters, 

Thy hand can touch a lever that may move the world. 

O Merciful, we strike eternal covenant with thee, 

For man may take for his ally the King who ruleth kings : 

How strong, yet how most weak, in utter poverty how rich, 

What possible omnipotence to good is dormant in a man ! 

Behold that fragile form of delicate transparent beauty, 

Whose light-blue eye and hectic cheek are lit by the bale-fires of decline : 

All droopingly she lieth, as a dew-laden lily, 

Her flaxen tresses, rashly luxuriant, dank with unhealthy moisture ; 

Hath not thy heart said of her, Alas ! poor child of weakness ? 

Thou hast erred ; Goliath of Gath stood not in half her strength : 

Terribly she fighteth in the van as the virgin daughter of Orleans, 

She beareth the banner of Heaven, her onset is the rushing cataract, 

Seraphim rally at her side, and the captain of that host is God, 

And the serried ranks of evil are routed by the lightning of her eye ; 

She is the King's remembrancer, and steward of many blessings, 

Holding the buckler of security over her unthankful land : 

For that weak fluttering heart is strong in faith assured, 

Dependence is her might, and behold — she prayeth. 



Angels are round the good man, to catch the incense of his prayers, 

And they fly to minister kindness to those for whom he pleadeth ; 

For the altar of his heart is lighted, and burneth before God continually, 



OF PRAYER. 






And he breatheth, conscious of his joy, the native atmosphere of heaven : 
Yea, though poor, and contemned, and ignorant of this world's wisdom, 
111 can his fellows spare him, though they know not of his value. 
Thousands bewail a hero, and a nation mourneth for its king, 
But the whole universe lamenteth the loss of a man of prayer. 
Verily, were it not for One, who sitteth on His rightful throne, 
Crowned with a rainbow of emerald, the green memorial of earth, — 
For One, a mediating man, that hath clad His Godhead with mortality, 
And offereth prayer without ceasing, the royal priest of Nature, 
Matter and life and mind had sunk into dark annihilation, 
And the lightning frown of Justice withered the world into nothing. 

Thus, O worshipper of reason, thou hast heard the sum of the matter : 

And woe to his hairy scalp that restraineth prayer before God. 

Prayer is a creature's strength, his very breath and being ; 

Prayer is the golden key that can open the wicket of Mercy : 

Prayer is the magic sound that saith to Fate, So be it ; 

Prayer is the slender nerve that moveth the muscles of Omnipotence. 

Wherefore, pray, O creature, for many and great are thy wants ; 

Thy mind, thy conscience, and thy being, thy rights commend thee unto 

prayer, 
The cure of all cares, the grand panacea for all pains, 
Doubt's destroyer, ruin's remedy, the antidote to all anxieties. 

So then, God is true, and yet He hath not changed : 

It is He that sendeth the petition, to answer it according to His will. 



Ill 




THE LORDS PRAYER. 



INQUIREST thou, O man, wherewithal may I come unto the Lord ? 
And with what wonder-working sounds may I move the majesty of Heaven ? 



86 THE LORDS PRAYER. 



There is a model to thy hand ; upon that do thou frame thy supplication ; 
Wisdom hath measured its words ; and redemption urgeth thee to use 

them. 
Call thy God thy Father, and yet not thine alone, 
For thou art but one of many, thy brotherhood is with all : 
Remember His high estate, that He dwelleth King of Heaven ; 
So shall thy thoughts be humbled, nor love be unmixed with reverence : 
Be thy first petition unselfish, the honour of Him who made thee, 
And that in the depths of thy heart His memory be shrined in holiness : 
Pray for that blessed time, when good shall triumph over evil, 
And one universal temple echo the perfections of Jehovah : 
Bend thou to His good will, and subserve His holy purposes, 
Till in thee, and those around thee, grow a little heaven upon earth : 
Humbly, as a grateful almsman, beg thy bread of God, — 
Bread for thy triple estate, for thou hast a trinity of nature : 
Humility smootheth the way, and gratitude softeneth the heart, 
Be then thy prayer for pardon mingled with the tear of penitence ; 
Yea, and while, all unworthy, thou leanest on the hand that should smite, 
Thou canst not from thy fellows withhold thy less forgiveness. 
To thy Father thy weaknesses are known, and thou hast not hid thy sin, 
Therefore ask Him, in all trust, to lead thee from the dangers of temptation ; 
While the last petition of the soul, that breatheth on the confines of prayer, 
Is deliverance from sin and the evil one, the miseries of earth and hell. 
And wherefore, child of hope, should the rock of thy confidence be sure ? 
Thou knowest that God heareth, and promiseth an answer of peace ; 
Thou knowest that He is King, and none can stay His hand ; 
Thou knowest His power to be boundless, for there is none other : 
And to Him thou givest glory, as a creature of His workmanship and favour, 
For the never-ending term of thy saved and bright existence. 



OF DISCRETION 

FOR what then was I born? — to 
fill the circling year 

With daily toil for daily bread, with & 
sordid pains and pleasures ? — 

To walk this chequered world, alter- 
nate light and darkness, 

The day-dreams of deep thought 
followed by the night-dreams of 
fancy? — 














88 OF DISCRETION. 



To be one in a full procession ? — to dig my kindred clay ? — 

To decorate the gallery of art ? — to clear a few acres of forest ? — 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

Is then that noble end to feed this mind with knowledge, 

To mix for mine own thirst the sparkling wine of wisdom, 

To light with many lamps the caverns of my heart, 

To reap, in the furrows of my brain, good harvest of right reasons ? — 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

Is it to grow stronger in self-government, to check the chafing will, 

To curb with tightening rein the mettled steeds of passion, '• 

To welcome with calm heart, far in the voiceless desert, 

The gracious visitings of heaven that bless my single self? — 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

To aim at thine own happiness, is an end idolatrous and evil ; 

In earth, yea in heaven, if thou seek it for itself, seeking thou shalt not find. 

Happiness is a road-side flower, growing on the highway of Usefulness ; 

Plucked, it shall wither in thy hand ; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit : 

Love not thine own soul, regard not thine own weal, 

Trample the thyme beneath thy feet ; be useful, and be happy ! 

Thus unto fair conclusions argueth generous youth, 

And quickly he starteth on his course, knight-errant to do good. 

His sword is edged with arguments, his vizor terrible with censures ; 

He goeth full mailed in faith, and zeal is flaming at his heart. 

Yet one thing he lacketh, the Mentor of the mind, 

The quiet whisper of Discretion — Thy time is not yet come. 

For he smiteth an oppressor ; and vengeance for that smiting 

Is dealt in doubled stripes on the faint body of the victim : 

He is glad to give and to distribute ; and clamorous pauperism feasteth, 



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While honest labour, pining, hideth his sharp ribs : 

He challengeth to a fair field that subtle giant Infidelity, 

And, worsted in the unequal fight, strengtheneth the hands of error ; 

He hasteth to teach and preach, as the war-horse rusheth to the battle, 

And to pave a way for truth, would break up the Apennines of prejudice : 

He wearieth by stale proofs, where none looked for a reason, 

And to the listening ear will urge the false argument of feeling. 

So hath it often been, that, judging by results, 

The hottest friends of truth have done her deadliest wrong. 

Alas ! for there are enemies without, glad enough to parley with a traitor, 

And a zealot will let down the drawbridge, to prove his own prowess : 

Yea, from within will he break away a breach in the citadel of truth, 

That he may fill the gap, for fame, with his own weak body. 

Zeal without judgment is an evil, though it be zeal unto good ; 
Touch not the ark with unclean hand, yea, though it seem to totter. 
There are evil who work good, and there are good who work evil, 
And foolish backers of wisdom have brought on her many reproaches. 
Truth hath more than enough to combat in the minds of all men, 
For the mist of sense is a thick veil, and sin hath warped their wills ; 
Yet doth an officious helper awkwardly prevent her victory, — 
These thy wounded hands were smitten in the house of friends : — 
To point out a meaning in her words, he will blot those words with his 

finger ; 
And winnow chaff into the eyes, before he hath wheat to show : 
He will heap sturdy logs on a faint expiring fire, 
And with a room in flames, will cast the casement open ; 
By a shoulder to the wheel downhill harasseth the labouring beast, 
And where obstruction were needed, will harm by an ill-judged thrusting-on. 



ao 



OF DISCRETION. 



A vessel foundereth at sea, if a storm have unshipped the rudder ; 

And a mind with much sail shall require heavy ballast. 

Take a lever by the middle, thou shalt seem to prove it powerless, 

Argue for truth indiscreetly, thou shalt toil for falsehood. 

There is plenty of room for a peaceable man in the most thronged 

assembly ; 
But a quarrelsome spirit is straitened in the open field : 
Many a teacher, lacking judgment, hindereth his own lessons ; 
And the savoury mess of pottage is spoiled by a bitter herb : 
The garment woven of a piece is rashly torn by schism, 
Because its unwise claimants will not cast lots for its possession. 

Discretion guide thee on thy way, nobly-minded youth, 

Help thee to humour infirmities, to wink at innocent errors, 

To take small count of forms, to bear with prejudice and fancy : 

Discretion guard thine asking, discretion aid thine answer, 

Teach thee that well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech, 

Whisper thee, thou art Weakness, though thy cause be Strength, 

And tell thee, the keystone of an arch can be loosened with least labour 

from within. 
The snows of Hecla lie around its troubled smoking Geysers ; 
Let the cool streams of prudence temper the hot spring of zeal : 
So shalt thou gain thine honourable end, nor lose the midway prize : 
So shall thv life be useful, and thy young heart happy. 



OF TRIFLES. 




^/*S&0& ET once more, saith the fool, yet once, and 
is it not a little one ? 
Spare me this folly yet an hour, for what is 

one among so many ? 
And he blindeth his conscience with lies, and 

stupifieth his heart with doubts ; — 
Whom shall I harm in this matter ? and a little 

ill breedeth much good ; 
My thoughts, are they not mine own ? and 
they leave no mark behind them ; 
^C^g^ And if God so pardoneth crime, how should 
^Spl these petty sins affect Him ? — 

*§£ So he transgresseth yet again, and falleth by 
f gJ|k little and little, 

8 ^ " 4^ Till the ground crumble beneath him, and he 
sinketh in the gulf despairing. 
For there is nothing in the earth so small that it may not produce great 

things, 
And no swerving from a right line, that may not lead eternally astray. 
A landmark tree was once a seed ; and the dust in the balance maketh a 

difference ; 
And the cairn is heaped high by each one flinging a pebble : 
The dangerous bar in the harbour's mouth is only grains of sand ; 



OF TRIFLES. 



And the shoal that hath wrecked a navy is the work of a colony of 

worms : 
Yea, and a despicable gnat may madden the mighty elephant ; 
And the living rock is worn by the diligent flow of the brook. 
Little art thou, O man, and in trifles thou contendest with thine equals, 
For atoms must crowd upon atoms, ere crime groweth to be a giant. 
What, is thy servant a dog ? — not yet wilt thou grasp the dagger, 
Not yet wilt thou laugh with the scoffers, not yet betray the innocent ; 
But, if thou nourish in thy heart the reveries of injury or passion. 
And travel in mental heat the mazy labyrinths of guilt, 
And then conceive it possible, and then reflect on it as done, 
And use, by little and little, thyself to regard thyself a villain, 
Not long will crime be absent from the voice that doth invoke him to thy 

heart, 
And bitterly wilt thou grieve, that the buds have ripened into poison. 

A spark is a molecule of matter, yet may it kindle the world : 

Vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. 

Despise not thou a small thing, either for evil or for good ; 

For a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth : 

The walking this way or that, the casual stopping or hastening, 

Hath saved life, and destroyed it, hath cast down and built up fortunes. 

Commit thy trifles unto God, for to Him is nothing trivial ; 

And it is but the littleness of man that seeth no greatness in a trifle. 

All things are infinite in parts, and the moral is as the material, 

Neither is anything vast, but it is compacted of atoms. 

Thou art wise, and shalt find comfort, if thou study thy pleasure in 

trifles, 
For slender joys, often repeated, fall as sunshine on the heart : 



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93 



Thou art wise, if thou beat off petty troubles, nor suffer their stinging to 

fret thee ; 
Thrust not thine hand among the thorns, but with a leathern glove. 
Regard nothing lightly which the wisdom of Providence hath ordered; 
And therefore, consider all things that happen unto thee or unto others. 
The warrior that stood against a host, may be pierced unto death by a 

needle ; 
And the saint that feareth not the fire, may perish the victim of a thought : 
A mote in the gunner's eye is as bad as a spike in the gun ; 
And the cable of a furlong is lost through an ill-wrought inch. 
The streams of small pleasures fill the lake of happiness : 
And the deepest wretchedness of life is continuance of petty pains. 
A fool observeth nothing, and seemeth wise unto himself; 
A wise man heedeth all things, and in his own eyes is a fool : 
He that wondereth at nothing hath no capabilities of bliss : 
But he that scrutinized! trifles hath a store of pleasure to his hand. 
If pestilence stalk through the land, ye say, This is God's doing; 
Is it not also His doing when an aphis creepeth on a rose-bud ? — 
If an avalanche roll from its Alp, ye tremble at the will of Providence : 
Is not that will concerned when the sear leaves fall from the poplar ? — 
A thing is great or little only to a mortal's thinking, 
But abstracted from the body, all things are alike important : 
The Ancient of Days noteth in His book the idle converse of a creature, 
And happy and wise is the man to whose thought existeth not a trifle. 




OF RECREATION. 



TO join advantage to amusement, to gather profit with pleasure, 
Is the wise man's necessary aim, when he lieth in the shade of recreation. 
For he cannot fling aside his mind, nor bar up the flood-gates of his wisdom 
Yea, though he strain after folly, his mental monitor shall check him : 
For knowledge and ignorance alike have laws essential to their being, — 



OF RECREATION. 



95 



The sage studieth amusements, and the simple laugheth in his studies. 
Few, but full of understanding, are the books of the library of God, 
And fitting for all seasons are the gain and the gladness they bestow : 
The volume of mystery and Grace, for the hour of deep communings, 
When the soul considereth intensely the startling marvel of itself: 
The book of destiny and Providence, for the time of sober study, 
When the mind gleaneth wisdom from the olive grove of history : 
And the cheerful pages of Nature, to gladden the pleasant holiday, 
When the task of duty is complete, and the heart swelleth high with 

satisfaction. 
The soul may not safely dwell too long with the deep things of futurity ; 
The mind may not always be bent back, like the Parthian, straining at the 

past; 
And, if thou art wearied with wrestling on the broad arena of science, 
Leave awhile thy friendly foe, half vanquished in the dust, 
Refresh thy jaded limbs, return with vigour to the strife, — 
Thou shalt easier find thyself his master, for the vacant interval of leisure. 

That which may profit and amuse is gathered from the volume of creation, 
For every chapter therein teemeth with the playfulness of wisdom. 
The elements of all things are the same, though nature hath mixed them 

with a difference, 
And Learning delighteth to discover the affinity of seeming opposites : 
So out of great things and small draweth he the secrets of the universe, 
And argueth the cycles of the stars, from a pebble flung by a child. 
It is pleasant to note all plants, from the rush to the spreading cedar, 
From the giant king of palms, to the lichen that staineth its stem ; 
To watch the workings of instinct, that grosser reason of brutes, — 
The river-horse browsing in the jungle, the plover screaming on the moor, 



96 OF RECREATION. 



The cayman basking on a mud-bank, and the walrus anchored to an 

iceberg, 
The dog at his master's feet, and the milch-kine lowing in the meadow ; 
To trace the consummate skill that hath modelled the anatomy of insects, 
Small fowls that sun their wings on the petals of wild flowers ; 
To learn a use in the beetle, and more than a beauty in the butterfly ; 
To recognize affections in a moth, and look with admiration on a spider. 
It is glorious to gaze upon the firmament, and see from far the mansions 

of the blest, 
Each distant shining world, a kingdom for one of the redeemed ; 
To read the antique history of earth, stamped upon those medals in the 

rocks 
Which Design hath rescued from decay, to tell of the green infancy of 

time ; 
To gather from the unconsidered shingle mottled starlike agates, 
Full of unstoried flowers in the bubbling bloom-chalcedony : 
Or gay and curious shells, fretted with microscopic carving, 
Corallines, and fresh seaweeds, spreading forth their delicate branches. 
It is an admirable lore, to learn the cause in the change, 
To study the chemistry of Nature, her grand, but simple secrets, 
To search out all her wonders, to track the resources of her skill, 
To note her kind compensations, her unobtrusive excellence. 
In all it is wise happiness to see the well-ordained laws of Jehovah, 
The harmony that filleth all His mind, the justice that tempereth His 

bounty, 
The wonderful all-prevalent analogy that testifieth one Creator, 
The broad arrow of the Great King, carved on all the stores of His arsenal. 
But beware, O worshipper of God, thou forget not Him in His dealings, * 
Though the bright emanations of His power hide Him in created glory ; 



OF RECREATION. 



For if, on the sea of knowledge, thou regardest not the pole-star of religion, 

Thy bark will miss her port, and run upon the sand-bar of folly : 

And if, enamoured of the means, thou considerest not the scope to which 

they tend, 
Wherein art thou wiser than the child, that is pleased with toys and baubles ? 
Verily, a trifling scholar, thou heedest but the letter of instruction : 
For, as motive is spirit unto action, as memory endeareth place, 
As the sun doth fertilize the earth, as affection quickeneth the heart, 
So is the remembrance of God in the varied wonders of creation. 

Man hath found out inventions, to cheat him of the weariness of life, 

To help him to forget realities, and hide the misery of guilt. 

For love of praise, and hope of gain, for passion and delusive happiness, 

He joineth the circle of folly, and heapeth on the fire of excitement ; 

Oftentimes sadly out of heart at the tiresome insipidity of pleasure, 

Oftentimes labouring in vain, convinced of the palpable deceit : 

Yet a man speaketh to his brother, in the voice of glad congratulation, 

And thinketh others happy, though he himself be wretched : 

And hand joineth hand to help in the toil of amusement, 

While the secret aching heart is vacant of all but disappointment. 

The cheapest pleasures are the best ; and nothing is more costly than sin ; 

Yet we mortgage futurity, counting it but little loss : 

Neither can a man delight in that which breedeth sorrow, 

Yet do we hunt for joy even in the fires that consume it. 

Whoso would find gladness may meet her in the hovel of poverty, 

Where benevolence hath scattered around the gleanings of the horn of 

plenty ; 
Whoso would sun himself in peace, may be seen of her in deeds of mercy, 
When the pale lean cheek of the destitute is wet with grateful tears. 

M 



9 3 



OF RECREATION, 



If the mind is wearied by study, or the body 

worn with sickness, 
It is well to lie fallow for a while, in 

vacancy of sheer amusement ; 
But when thou prosperest in health, 

and thine intellect can soar untired, ^ 
To seek uninstructive pleasure is 

to slumber on the couch of 

indolence. ,r/M 



r 





STAY awhile, thou blessed 
band ! be entreated, 
daughters of : _^j^0 



THE TRAIN OF RELIGION 



While the chance-met scholar of Wisdom learneth your sacred names : 

He is resting a little from his toil, yet a little on the borders of earth, 

And fain would he have you his friends, to bid him glad welcome hereafter. 

Who among the glorious art thou, that walkest a Goddess and a Queen, 

Thy crown of living stars, and a golden cross thy sceptre ? 

Who among flowers of loveliness is she, thy seeming herald, 

Yet she boasteth not thee nor herself, and her garments are plain in their 

neatness ? 
Wherefore is there one among the train, whose eyes are red with weeping, 
Yet is her open forehead beaming with the sun of ecstasy ? 
And who is that blood-stained warrior, with glory sitting on his crest ? 
And who that solemn sage, calm in majestic dignity ? 
Also, in the lengthening troop see I some clad in robes of triumph, 
Whose fair and sunny faces I have known and loved on earth : 
Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, and Sciences, and Muses, 
That, like sisters of charity, tended in this world's hospital ; 
Welcome, for verily I knew, ye could not but be children of the light, 
Though earth hath soiled your robes, and robbed you of half your glory; 
Welcome, chiefly welcome, for I find I have friends in heaven, 
And some I might scarce have looked for, as thou, light-hearted Mirth ; 
Thou also, star-robed Urania ; and thou, with the curious glass, 
That rejoicedst in tracking wisdom where the eye was too dull to note it: 
And art thou too among the blessed, mild, much-injured Poetry ? 
Who quickenest with light and beauty the leaden face of matter, 
Who not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens with music, 
And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from the stars, — 
That hast been to me for oil and for wine, to cheer and uphold my soul, 
When wearied, battling with the surge, the stunning surge of life : 
Of thee, for well have I loved thee, pf thee may I ask in hope, 



THE TRAIN OF RELIGION. 



Who among the glorious is she, that walketh a Goddess and a Queen ? 
And who that fair-haired herald, and who that weeping saint ? 
And who that mighty warrior, and who that solemn sage ? 

Son, happy art thou that Wisdom hath led thee hitherward : 
For otherwise never hadst thou known the joy-giving name of our Queen. 
Behold her, the life of men, the anchor of their shipwrecked hopes : 
Behold her, the shepherdess of souls, who bringeth back the wanderers to 

God. 
And for that modest herald, she is named on earth, Humility : 
And hast thou not known, my son, the tearful face of Repentance ? 
Faith is yon time-scarred hero, walking in the shade of his laurels : 
And Reason, the serious sage, who followeth the footsteps of Faith ; 
And we, all we, are but handmaids, ministers of minor bliss, 
Who rejoice to be counted servants in the train of a Queen so glorious : 
But for her name, son of man, it is strange to the language of heaven, 
For those who have never fallen need not and may not learn it : 
Ligeance we swear to our God, and ligeance well have we kept ; 
It is only the band of the redeemed who can tell thee the fulness of that 

name ; 
Yet will I comfort thee, my son, for the love wherewith thou hast loved me, 
And thou shalt touch for thyself the golden sceptre of Religion. 

So that blessed train passed by me ; but the vision was sealed upon my 

soul; 
And its memory is shrined in fragrance, for the promise of the Spirit was 

true: 
I learn from the silent poem of all creation round me, 
How beautiful their feet, who follow in that train. 



OF A TRINITY. 




fjRt 



ESPISE not, shrewd reckoner, the God of a 

good man's worship, 
Neither let thy calculating folly gainsay the 

unity of three : 
Nor scorn another's creed, although he cannot 

solve thy doubts ; 
Reason is the follower of faith, where he may 

not be precursor : 
It is written, and so we believe, waiting not for 
outward proof, 
,JR^ Inasmuch as mysteries inscrutable are the clear 
prerogatives of godhead. 
Reason hath nothing positive, faith hath nothing 

doubtful ; 
And the height of unbelieving wisdom is to 
question all things. 
When there is marvel in a doctrine, faith is joyful and adoreth ; 
But when all is clear, what place is left for faith ? 
Tell me the sum of thy knowledge, — is it yet assured of anything ? 
Despise not what is wonderful, when all things are wonderful around thee. 
From the multitude of like effects, thou sayest, Behold a law : 
And the matter thou art baffled in unmaking, is to thy mind an element. 
Then look abroad, I pray thee, for analogy holdeth everywhere, 




OF A TRINITY. ,o 3 



And the Maker hath stamped His name on every creature of His hand : 
I know not of a matter or a spirit, that is not three in one, 
And truly should account it for a marvel, a coin without the image of its 
Caesar. 

Man talketh of himself as ignorant, but judgeth by himself as wise : 

His own guess counteth he truth, but the notions of another are his scorn ; 

But bear thou yet with a brother, whose thought may be less subtle than 

thine own, 
And sufFer the passing speculation suggested by analogies to faith. 
Like begetteth like, and the great sea of Existence 
In each of its uncounted waves holdeth up a mirror to its Maker : 
Like begetteth like, and the spreading tree of being 
With each of its trefoil leaves pointeth at the Trinity of God. 
Let him whose eyes have been unfilmed, read this homily in all things, 
And thou, of duller sight, despise not him that readeth : 
There be three grand principles ; life, generation, and obedience ; 
Shadowing in every creature, the Spirit, and the Father, and the Son. 
There be three grand unities, variously mixed in trinities, 
Three catholic divisors of the million sums of matter : 
Yea, though science hath not seen it, climbing the ladder of experiment, 
Let faith, in the presence of her God, promulgate the mighty truth ; 
Of three sole elements all nature's works consist : 
The pine, and the rock to which it clingeth, and the eagle sailing around 

it : 
The lion, and the northern whale, and the deeps wherein he sporteth ; 
The lizard sleeping in the sun ; the lightning flashing from a cloud ; 
The rose, and the ruby, and the pearl ; each one is made of three ; 
And the three be the like ingredients, mingled in diverse measures. 



1C4 OF A TRINITY. 



Thyself hast within thyself body, and life, and mind : 

Matter, and breath, and instinct, unite in all beasts of the field ; 

Substance, coherence, and weight, fashion the fabrics of the earth ; 

The will, the doing, and the deed, combine to frame a fact : 

The stem, the leaf, and the flower ; beginning, middle, and end ; 

Cause, circumstance, consequent : and every three is one. 

Yea, the very breath of man's life consisteth or a trinity of vapours, 

And the noonday light is a compound, the triune shadow of Jehovah. 

Shall all things else be in mystery, and God alone be understood ? 
Shall finite fathom infinity, though it sound not the shallows of creation ? 
Shall a man comprehend his Maker, being yet a riddle to himself? 
Or time teach the Lesson that eternity cannot master ? 
If God be nothing more than one, a child can compass the thought ; 
But seraphs fail to unravel the wondrous unity of three. 
One verily He is, for there can be but one who is all mighty ; 
Yet the oracles of nature and religion proclaim Him three in one. 
And where were the value to thy soul, O miserable denizen of earth, 
Of the idle pageant of the cross, where hung no sacrifice for thee ? 
Where the worth to thine impotent heart, of that stirred Bethesda, 
All numbed and palsied as it is, by the scorpion stings of sin ? 
No, thy trinity of nature, enchained by treble death, 
Helplessly craveth of its God, Himself for three salvations : 
The soul to be reconciled in love, the mind to be glorified in light, 
While this poor dying body leapeth into life. 
And if indeed for us all the costly ransom hath been paid, 
Bethink thee, could less than Deity have owned so vast a treasure ? 
Could a man contend with God, and stand against the bosses of His 
buckler, 



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Rendering the balance for guilt, atonement to the uttermost ? 
Thou art subtle to thine own thinking, but wisdom judgeth thee a fool, 
Resolving thou wilt not bow the knee to a Being thou canst not compre- 
hend : 
The mind that could compass perfection were itself perfection's equal ; 
And reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood. 

Thou that despisest mystery, yet canst expound nothing, 

Wherefore rejectest thou the fact that solveth the enigma of all things ? 

Wherefore veilest thou thine eyes, lest the light of revelation sun them, 

And puttest aside the key that would open the casket of truth ? 

The mind and the nature of God are shadowed in all His works, 

And none could have guessed of His essence, had He not uttered it 

Himself. 
Therefore, thou child of folly, that scornest the record or His wisdom, 
Learn from the consistencies of nature the needful miracle of Godhead : 
Yea, let the heathen be thy teacher, who adoreth many gods, 
For there is no wide-spread error that hath not truth for its beginning. 
Be content ; thine eye cannot see all the sides of a cube at one view, 
Nor thy mind in the self-same moment follow two ideas : 
There are now many marvels in thy creed, believing what thou seest, 
Then let not the conceit of intellect hinder thee from worshipping 

mystery. 



OF THINKING. 






Better to read little with thought, than much with levity and quickness ; 

For mind is not as merchandize, which decreaseth in the using, 

But liker to the passions of man, which rejoice and expand in exertion : 

Yet live not wholly on thine own ideas, lest they lead thee astray ; 

For in spirit, as in substance, thou art a social creature ; 

And if thou leanest on thyself, thou rejectest the guidance of thy betters, 

Yea, thou contemnest all men, — Am I not wiser than they ? — 

Foolish vanity hath blinded thee, and warped thy weak judgment : 

For, though new ideas flow from new springs, and enrich the treasury of 

knowledge, 
Yet listen often, ere thou think much ; and look around thee ere thou 

judgest. 
Memory, the daughter of Attention, is the teeming mother of Wisdom, 
And safer is he that storeth knowledge, than he that would make it for 

himself. 

Imagination is not thought, neither is fancy reflection : 

Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle : 

Reflection sternly considereth, nor is sparing to condemn evil, 

But fancy lightly laugheth, in the sun-clad gardens of amusement. 

For the shy game of the fowler the quickest shot is the surest ; 

But with slow care and measured aim the gunner pointeth his cannon : 

So for all less occasions, the surface-thought is best, 

But to be master of the great take thou heavier metal. 

It is a good thing, and a wholesome, to search out bosom sins, 

But to be the hero of selfish imaginings, is the subtle poison of pride : 

At night, in the stillness of thy chamber, guard and curb thy thoughts, 

And in recounting the doings of the day, beware that thou do it with prayer, 

Or thinking will be an idle pleasure, and retrospect yield no fruit. 



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Steer the bark of thy mind from the syren isle of reverie, 

And let a watchful spirit mingle with the glance of recollection : 

Also, in examining thine heart, in sounding the fountain of thine actions, 

Be more careful of the evil than of the good; and humble thyself in thy sin. 

The root of all wholesome thought is knowledge of thyself, 

For thus only canst thou learn the character of God toward thee. 

He made thee, and thou art ; He redeemed thee, and thou wilt be : 

Thou art evil, yet He loveth thee ; thou sinnest, yet He pardoneth thee. 

Though thou canst not perceive Him, yet is He in all His works, 

Infinite in grand outline, infinite in minute perfection : 

Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes ; 

Art is the shadow of His wisdom, and copieth His resources. 

Thou knowest the laws of matter to be emanations of His will, 

And thy best reason for aught is this, — Thou, Lord, wouldst have it so. 

Yea, what is any law but an absolute decree of God ? 

Or the properties of matter and mind, but the arbitrary fiats of Jehovah ? 

He made and ordained necessity ; He forged the chain of reason ; 

And holdeth in His own right hand the first of the golden links. 

A fool regardeth mind as the spiritual essence of matter, 

And not rather matter as the gross accident of mind. 

Can finite govern infinite, or a part exceed the whole, 

Or the wisdom of God sit down at the feet of innate necessity ? 

Necessity is a creature of His hand : for He can never change ; 

And chance hath no existence where everything is needful. 

Canst thou measure Omnipotence, canst thou conceive Ubiquity, 
Which guideth the meanest reptile, and quickeneth the brightest seraph, 
Which steereth the particle of dust, and commandeth the path of the comet ? 



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To Him all things are equal, for all things are necessary. 

The smith was weary at his forge, and welded the metal carelessly, 

And the anchor breaketh in its bed ; and the vessel foundereth with her 

crew : 
A word of anger is muttered, engendering the midnight murder : 
The sun bursteth from a cloud, and maddeneth the toiling husbandman. 
Shall these things be, and God not know it ? 

Shall He know, and not be in them? shall He see, and not be among them ? 
And how can they be otherwise than as He knoweth ? 
Truly, the Lord is in all things ; verily, He worketh in all. 
Think thus, and thy thoughts are firm, ascribing each circumstance to 

Him ; 
Yet know surely, and believe the truth, that God willeth not evil ; 
For adversities are blessings in disguise, and wickedness the Lord abhorreth : 
That He is in all things is an axiom, and that He is righteous in all : 
Ascribe holiness to Him, while thou musest on the mystery of sin, 
For infinite can grasp that, which finite cannot compass. 

In works of art, think justly : what praise canst thou render unto man ? 
For he made not his own mind, nor is he the source of contrivance. 
If a cunning workman make an engine that fashioneth curious works, 
Which hath the praise, the machine or its maker, — the engine, or he that 

framed it ? 
And could he frame it so subtly as to give it a will and freedom, 
Endow it with complicated powers, and a glorious living soul, 
Who, while he admireth the wondrous understanding creature, 
Will not pay deeper homage to the Maker of master minds ? 
Otherwise, thou art senseless as the pagan, that adoreth his own handy- 
work ; 



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Yea, while thou boastest of thy wisdom, thy mind is as the mind of the 

savage, 
For he boweth down to his idols, and thou art a worshipper of self, 
Giving to the reasoning machine the credit due to its creator. 

The key-stone of thy mind, to give thy thoughts solidity, 

To bind them as in an arch, to fix them as the world in its sphere, 

Is to learn from the book of the Lord, to drink from the well of His 

wisdom. 
Who can condense the sun, or analyse the fulness of the Bible, 
So that its ideas be gathered, and the harvest of its wisdom be brought in ? 
That book is easy to the man who setteth his heart to understand it, 
But to the careless and profane it shall seem the foolishness of God ; 
And it is a delicate test to prove thy moral state ; 

To the humble disciple it is bread, but a stone to the proud and unbelieving : 
A scorner shall find nothing but the husks, wherewith to feed his hunger, 
But for the soul of the simple, it is plenty of full-ripe wheat. 
The Scripture abideth the same, in the sober majesty of truth ; 
And the differing aspects of its teaching proceed from diversity in minds. 
He that would learn to think may gain that knowledge there ; 
For the living word, as an angel, standeth at the gate of wisdom, 
And publisheth, This is the way, walk ye surely in it. 
Religion taketh by the hand the humble pupil of repentance, 
And teacheth him lessons of mystery, solving the questions of doubt ; 
She maketh man worthy of himself, of his high prerogative of reason, 
Threadeth all the labyrinths of thought, and leadeth him to his God. 

Come hither, child of meditation, upon whose high fair forehead 
Glittereth the star of mind in its unearthly lustre : 



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Hast thou nought to tell us of thine airy joys, — 

When, borne on sinewy pinions, strong as the western condor, 

The soul, after soaring for a while round the cloud-capped Andes of 

reflection, 
Glad in its conscious immortality, leaveth a world behind, 
To dare at one bold flight the broad Atlantic to another ? 
Hast thou no secret pangs to whisper common men, 
No dread of thine own energies, still active day and night, 
Lest too ecstatic heat sublime thyself away, 
Or vivid horrors, sharp and clear, madden thy tense fibres ? 
In half-shaped visions of sleep hast thou not feared thy flittings, 
Lest reason, like a raking hawk, return not to thy call : 
Nor waked to work-day life with throbbing head and heart, 
Nor welcomed early dawn to save thee from unrest ? 
For the wearied spirit lieth as a fainting maiden, 
Captive and borne away on the warrior's foam-covered steed, 
And sinketh down wounded, as a gladiator on the sand, 
While the keen faulchion of Intellect is cutting through the scabbard of 

the brain. 
Imagination, like a shadowy giant looming on the twilight of the Hartz, 
Shall overwhelm judgment with affright, and scare him from his throne : 
In a dream thou mayst be mad, and feel the fire within thee ; 
In a dream thou mayst travel out of self, and see thee with the eyes of 

another ; 
Or sleep in thine own corpse : or wake as in many bodies ; 
Or swell, as expanded to infinity ; or shrink, as imprisoned to a point ; 
Or among moss-grown ruins mayst wander with the sullen disembodied, 
And gaze upon their glassy eyes until thy heart-blood freeze. 



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Alone must thou stand, O man ! alone at the bar of judgment ; 
Alone must thou bear thy sentence, alone must thou answer for thy deeds : 
Therefore it is well thou retirest often to secresy and solitude, 
To feel that thou art accountable separately from thy fellows : 
For a crowd hideth truth from the eyes, society drowneth thought, 
And being but one among many, stifleth the chidings of conscience. 
Solitude bringeth woe to the wicked, for his crimes are told out in his ear ; 
But addeth peace to the good, for the mercies of his God are numbered. 
Thou mayst know if it be well with a man, — loveth he gaiety or solitude ? 
For the troubled river rusheth to the sea, but the calm lake slumbereth 

among the mountains. 
How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in 

loneliness ; 
For there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as with 

friends : 
But guilt maddeneth the brain, and terror glareth in the eye, 
Where, in his solitary cell, the malefactor wrestleth with remorse. 
Give me but a lodge in the wilderness, drop me on an island in the desert, 
And thought shall yield me happiness, though I may not increase it by 

imparting : 
For the soul never slumbereth, but is as the eye of the Eternal, 
And mind, the breath of God, knoweth not ideal vacuity : 
At night, after weariness and watching, the body sinketh into sleep, . 
But the mental eye is awake, and thou reasonest in thy dreams : 
In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning : 
Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory. 




When thou walkest, musing with thyself, in the green aisles of the forest, 
Utter thy thinkings aloud, that they take a shape and being." 



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PEECH is the golden harvest that followeth 

the flowering of thought ; 
Yet oftentimes runneth it to husk, and the 

grains be withered and scanty : 
Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly pre- 
rogative of man, 
That likeneth him to his Maker, who spake, 

and it was done : 
Spirit may mingle with spirit, but sense 

requireth a symbol ; 
And speech is the body of a thought, without 

which it were not seen. 
When thou walkest, musing with thyself, in 

the green aisles of the forest, 
Utter thy thinkings aloud, that they take a 
shape and being ; 

For he that pondereth in silence crowdeth the store-house of his mind, 
And though he hath heaped great riches, yet is he hindered in the using. 
A man that speaketh too little, and thinketh much and deeply, 
Corrodeth his own heart-strings, and keepeth back good from his fellows : 
A man that speaketh too much, and museth but little and lightly, 
Wasteth his mind in words, and is counted a fool among men : 
But thou, when thou hast thought, weave charily the web of meditation, 
And clothe the ideal spirit in the suitable garments of speech. 



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Uttered out of time, or concealed in its season, good savoureth of 

evil ; 
To be secret looketh like guilt, to speak out may breed contention : 
Often have I known the honest heart, flaming with indignant virtue, 
Provoke unneeded war by its rash ambassador the tongue : 
Often have I seen the charitable man go so slily on his mission, 
That those who met him in the twilight, took him for a skulking thief: 
I have heard the zealous youth telling out his holy secrets 
Before a swinish throng, who mocked him as he spake ; 
And I considered, his openness was hardening them that mocked, 
Whereas a judicious keeping-back might have won their sympathy : 
I have judged rashly and harshly the hand, liberal in the dark, 
Because in the broad daylight, it hath holden it a virtue to be close ; 
And the silent tongue have I condemned, because reserve hath chained it, 
That it hid, yea from a brother, the kindness it had done by comforting. 
No need to sound a trumpet, but less to hush a footfall : 
Do thou thy good openly, not as though the doing were a crime. 
Secresy goeth cowled, and Honesty demandeth wherefore ? 
For he judgeth — judgeth he not well? — that nothing need be hid but 

guilt. 
Why should thy good be evil spoken of, through thine unrighteous silence ? 
If thou art challenged, speak, and prove the good thou doest. 
The free example of benevolence, unobtruded, yet unhidden, 
Soundeth in the ears of sloth, Go, and do thou likewise : 
And I wot the hypocrite's sin to be of darker dye, 
Because the good man, fearing, thereby hideth his light : 
But neither God nor man hath bid thee cloak thy good, 
When a seasonable word would set thee in thy sphere, that all might see 

thy brightness. 



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Ascribe the honour to thy Lord, but be thou jealous of that honour, 

Nor think it light and worthless, because thou mayst not wear it for 

thyself: 
Remember, thy grand prerogative is free unshackled utterance, 
And suffer not the flood-gates of secresy to lock the full river of thy 

speech. 

Come, I will show thee an affliction, unnumbered among this world's 

sorrows, 
Yet real and wearisome and constant, embittering the cup of life. 
There be, who can think within themselves, and the fire burneth at their 

heart, 
And eloquence waiteth at their lips, yet they speak not with their tongue : 
There be, whom zeal quickeneth, or slander stirreth to reply, 
Or need constraineth to ask, or pity sendeth as her messengers, 
But nervous dread and sensitive shame freeze the current of their speech ; 
The mouth is sealed as with lead, a cold weight presseth on the heart, 
The mocking promise of pov/er is once more broken in performance, 
And they stand impotent of words, travailing with unborn thoughts ; 
Courage is cowed at the portal ; wisdom is widowed of utterance ; 
He that went to comfort is pitied ; he that should rebuke, is silent : 
And fools who might listen and learn, stand by to look and laugh ; 
While friends, with kinder eyes, wound deeper by compassion : 
And thought, finding not a vent, smouldereth, gnawing at the heart, 
And the man sinketh in his sphere, for lack of empty sounds. 
There be many cares and sorrows thou hast not yet considered, 
And well may thy soul rejoice in the fair privilege of speech ; 
For at every turn to want a word, — thou canst not guess that want ; 
It is as lack of breath or bread : life hath no grief more galling. 



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Come, I will tell thee of a joy, which the parasites of pleasure have not 

known, 
Though earth and air and sea have gorged all the appetites of sense. 
Behold, what fire is in his eye, what fervour on his cheek ! 
That glorious burst of winged words ! how bound they from his tongue ! 
The full expression of the mighty thought, the strong triumphant argument, 
The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, 
The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine poetic image, 
The nice analogy, the clenching fact, the metaphor bold and free, 
The grasp of concentrated intellect wielding the omnipotence of truth, 
The grandeur of his speech in his majesty of mind ! 

Champion of the right, — patriot, or priest, or pleader of the innocent cause, 
Upon whose lips the mystic bee hath dropped the honey of persuasion, 
Whose heart and tongue have been touched, as of old, by the live coal 

from the altar, 
How wide the spreading of thy peace, how deep the draught of thy 

pleasures ! 
To hold the multitude as one, breathing in measured cadence, 
A thousand men with flashing eyes, waiting upon thy will ; 
A thousand hearts kindled by thee with consecrated fire, 
Ten flaming spiritual hecatombs offered on the mount of God : 
And now a pause, a thrilling pause, — they live but in thy words, — 
Thou hast broken the bounds of self, as the Nile at its rising, 
Thou art expanded into them, one faith, one hope, one spirit, 
They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine, 
Thou turnest the key of their love, bending their affections to thy purpose, 
And all, in sympathy with thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions : 
Verily, O man, with truth for thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee witli 

archangels. 



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NE drachma for a good book, and a thousand 

talents for a true friend ; — 
So standeth the market, where scarce is ever 

costly : 
Yea, were the diamonds of Golconda common 

as shingles on the shore, 
A ripe apple would ransom kings before a 

shining stone : 
And so, were a wholesome book as rare as an 

honest friend, 
To choose the book be mine : the friend let 

another take. 
For altered looks and jealousies and fears have 

none entrance there : 
The silent volume listeneth well, and speaketh 
when thou listest : 
It praiseth thy good without envy, it chideth thine evil without malice, 
It is to thee thy waiting slave, and thine unbending teacher. 
Need to humour no caprice, need to bear with no infirmity ; 
Thy sin, thy slander, or neglect, chilleth not, quencheth not, its love : 
Unalterably speaketh it the truth, warped nor by error nor interest ; 
For a good book is the best of friends, the same to-day and for ever. 




To draw thee out of self, thy petty plans and cautions, 

To teach thee what thou lackest, to tell thee how largely thou art blest, 



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To lure thy thought from sorrow, to feed thy famished mind, 
To graft another's wisdom on thee, pruning thine own folly, 
Choose discreetly, and well digest the volume most suited to thy case, 
Touching not religion with levity, nor deep things when thou art wearied. 
Thy mind is freshened by morning air, grapple with science and philosophy; 
Noon hath unnerved thy thoughts, dream for a while on fictions : 
Grey evening sobereth thy spirit, walk thou then with worshippers : 
But reason shall dig deepest in the night, and fancy fly most free. 

O books, ye monuments of mind, concrete wisdom of the wisest ; 

Sweet solaces of daily life ; proofs and results of immortality ; 

Trees yielding all fruits, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations ; 

Groves of knowledge, where all may eat, nor fear a flaming sword : 

Gentle comrades, kind advisers ; friends, comforts, treasures : 

Helps, governments, diversities of tongues ; who can weigh your worth ? — 

To walk no longer with the just ; to be driven from the porch of science ; 

To bid long adieu to those intimate ones, poets, philosophers, and teachers ; 

To see no record of the sympathies which bind thee in communion with 

the good ; 
To be thrust from the feet of Him who spake as never man spake ; 
To have no avenue to heaven but the dim aisle of superstition ; 
To live as an Esquimaux, in lethargy j to die as the Mohawk, in ignorance: 
O what were life, but a blank ? what were death, but a terror ? 
What were man, but a burden to himself? what were mind, but misery ? 
Yea, let another Omar burn the full library of knowledge, 
And the broad world may perish in the flames, offered on the ashes of its 

wisdom ! 




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HE pen of a ready writer, whereunto shall it 

be likened ? 
Ask of the scholar, he shall know, — to the 

chains that bind a Proteus : 
Ask of the poet, he shall say,— to the sun, the 

lamp of heaven : 
Ask of thy neighbour, he can answer, — to the 

friend that telleth my thought : 
The merchant considereth it well, as a ship 
{ j^-9 i freighted with wares ; 



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The divine holdeth it a miracle, giving utterance to the dumb. 

It fixeth, expoundeth, and disseminateth sentiment ; 

Chaining up a thought, clearing it of mystery, and sending it bright into 

the world. 
To think rightly, is of knowledge ; to speak fluently, is of nature ; 
To read with profit, is of care ; but to write aptly, is of practice. 
No talent among men hath more scholars, and fewer masters : 
For to write is to speak beyond hearing, and none stand by to explain. 
To be accurate, write ; to remember, write ; to know thine own mind, 

write ; 
And a written prayer is a prayer of faith : special, sure, and to be 

answered. 
Hast thou a thought upon thy brain, catch it while thou canst ; 
Or other thoughts shall settle there, and this shall soon take wing : 
Thine uncompounded unity of soul, which argueth and maketh it 

immortal, 
Yieldeth up its momentary self to every single thought ; 
Therefore, to husband thine ideas, and give them stability and substance, 
Write often for thy secret eye ; so shalt thou grow wiser. 
The commonest mind is full of thoughts ; some worthy of the rarest : 
And could it see them fairly writ, would wonder at its wealth. 



O precious compensation to the dumb, to write his wants and wishes ; 

O dear amends to the stammering tongue, to pen his burning thoughts ! 

To be of the college of Eloquence, through these silent symbols ; 

To pour out all the flowing mind without the toil of speech ; 

To show the babbling world how it might discourse more sweetly ; 

To prove that merchandize of words bringeth no monopoly of wisdom ; 

To take sweet vengeance on a prating crew, for the tongue's dishonour, 



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By the large triumph of the pen, the homage rendered to a writing. 
With such, that telegraph of mind is dearer than wealth or wisdom, 
Enabling to please without pain, to impart without humiliation. 

Fair girl, whose eye hath caught the rustic penmanship of love, 
Let thy bright brow and blushing cheek confess in this sweet hour, — 
Let thy full heart, poor guilty one, whom the scroll of pardon hath just 

reached, — 
Thy wet glad face, O mother, with news of a far-off child, — 
Thv strong and manly delight, pilgrim of other shores, 
When the dear voice of thy betrothed speaketh in the letter of 

affection, — 
Let the young poet, exulting in his lay, and hope (how false) of fame, 
While watching at deep midnight, he buildeth up the verse, — 
Let the calm child of genius, whose name shall never die, 
For that the transcript of his mind hath made his thoughts immortal, — 
Let these, let all, with no faint praise, with no light gratitude, confess 
The blessings poured upon the earth from the pen of a ready writer. 

Moreover, their preciousness in absence is proved by the desire of their 

presence : 
When the despairing lover waiteth day after day, 
Looking for a word in reply, one word writ by that hand, 
And cursing bitterly the morn ushered in by blank disappointment : 
Or when the long-looked-for answer argueth a cooling friend, 
And the mind is plied suspiciously with dark inexplicable doubts, 
While thy wounded heart counteth its imaginary scars, 
And thou art the innocent and injured, that friend the capricious and in 

fault : 



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Or when the earnest petition, that craveth for thy needs, 

Unheeded, yea, unopened, tortureth with starving delay : 

Or when the silence of a son, who would have written of his welfare, 

Racketh a father's bosom with sharp-cutting fears. 

For a letter, timely writ, is a rivet to the chain of affection, 

And a letter, untimely delayed, is as rust to the solder. 

The pen, flowing with love, or dipped black in hate, 

Or tipped with delicate courtesies, or harshly edged with censure, 

Hath quickened more good than the sun, more evil than the sword, 

More joy than woman's smile, more woe than frowning fortune ; 

And shouldst thou ask my judgment of that which hath most profit in the 

world, 
For answer take thou this, The prudent penning of a letter. 

Thou hast not lost an hour, whereof there is a record ; 

A written thought at midnight shall redeem the livelong day. 

Idea is as a shadow that departeth, speech is fleeting as the wind, 

Reading is an unremembered pastime ; but a writing is eternal : 

For therein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent, 

And the quick eye of the reader is cleared by the reed of the scribe. 

As a fossil in the rock, or a coin in the mortar of a ruin, 

So the symbolled thoughts tell of a departed soul : 

The plastic hand hath its witness in a statue, and exactitude of vision in a 

picture, 
And so, the mind that was among us, in its writings is embalmed. 




OF WEALTH. 

Prodigality hath a sister Meanness, his fixed antagonist heart-fellow, 
Who often outliveth the short career of the brother she despiseth : 
She hath lean lips and a sharp look, and her eyes are red and hungry ; 
But he sloucheth in his gait, and his mouth speaketh loosely and maudlin. 
Let a spendthrift grow to be old, he will set his heart on saving, 
And labour to build up by penury that which extravagance threw down : 
Even so, with most men, do riches earn themselves a double curse ; 
They are ill-got by tight dealing : they are ill-spent by loose squandering. 
Give me enough, saith Wisdom ;— for he feareth to ask for more ; 
And that by the sweat of my brow, addeth stout-hearted Independence : 
Give me enough, and not less, for want is leagued with the tempter ; 



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Poverty shall make a man desperate, and hurry him ruthless into crime : 
Give me enough, and not more, saving for the children of distress ; 
Wealth ofttimes killeth, where want but hindereth the budding : 
There is green glad summer near the pole, though brief and after long winter, 
But the burnt breasts of the torrid zone yield never kindly nourishment. 
Wouldst thou be poor, scatter to the rich, — and reap the tares of ingratitude ; 
Wouldst thou be rich, give unto the poor; thou shalt have thine own with usury: 
For the secret hand of Providence prospereth the charitable all ways, 
Good luck shall he have in his pursuits, and his heart shall be glad within him ; 
Yet perchance he never shall perceive, that, even as to earthly gains, 
The cause of his weal as of his joy, hath been small givings to the poor. 

In the plain of Benares is there found a root that fathereth a forest, 

Where round the parent banian-tree drop its living scions ; 

Thirstily they strain to the earth, like stalactites in a grotto, 

And strike broad roots, and branch again, lengthening their cool arcades : 

And the dervish madly danceth there, and the faquir is torturing his flesh, 

And the calm brahmin worshippeth the sleek and pampered bull : 

At the base lean jackals coil, while from above depending 

With dull malignant stare watcheth the branch-like boa. 

Even so, in man's heart is a sin that is the root of all evil j 

Whose fibres strangle the affections, whose branches overgrow the mind : 

And oftenest beneath its shadow thou shalt meet distorted piety, — 

The clenched and rigid fist, with the eyes upturned to heaven, 

Fanatic zeal with miserly severity, a mixture of gain with godliness, 

And him, against whom passion hath no power, kneeling to a golden calf: 

The hungry hounds of extortion are there, the bond, and the mortgage, 

and the writ, 
While the appetite for gold, unslumbering, watcheth to glut its maw : — 



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And the heart, so tenanted and shaded, is cold to all things else ; 

It seeth not the sunshine of heaven, nor is warmed by the light of charity. 

For covetousness disbelieveth God, and laugheth at the rights of mea; 
Spurring unto theft and lying, and tempting to the poison and the knife ; 
It sundereth the bonds of love, and quickeneth the flames of hate ; 
A curse that shall wither the brain, and case the heart with iron. 
Content is the true riches, for without it there is no satisfying, 
But a ravenous all-devouring hunger gnaweth the vitals of the soul. 
The wise man knoweth where to stop, as he runneth in the race of fortune, 
For experience of old hath taught him, that happiness lingereth midway ; 
And many in hot pursuit have hasted to the goal of wealth, 
But have lost, as they ran, those apples of gold, — the mind and the power 
to enjoy it. 

There is no greater evil among men than a testament framed with injustice : 
Where caprice hath guided the boon, or dishonesty refused what was due. 
Generous is the robber on the highway, in the open daring of his guilt, 
To the secret coward, whose malice liveth and harmeth after him ; 
Who smoothly sank into the tomb, with the smile of fraud upon his face, 
And the last black deed of his existence was injury without redress : 
For deaf is the ear of the dead, and can hear no palliating reasons ; 
The smiter is not among the living, and Right pleadeth but in vain. 
Yet shall the curse of the oppressed be as blight upon the grave of the unjust; 
Yea, bitterly shall that hand-writing testify against him at the judgment. 
I saw the humble relation that tended the peevishness of wealth, 
And ministered, with kind hand, to the wailings of disease and discontent : 
I noted how watchfulness and care were feeding on the marrow of her youth, 
How heavy was the yoke of dependence, loaded by petty tyranny ; 



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Yet I heard the frequent suggestion, — It can be but a little longer, 

Patience and mute submission shall one day reap a rich reward. 

So, tacitly enduring much, waited that humble friend, 

Putting off the lover of her youth until the dawn of wealth : 

And it came, that day of release, and the freed heart could not sorrow, 

For now were the years of promise to yield their golden harvest : 

Hope, so long deferred, sickly sparkled in her eye, 

The miserable past was forgotten, as she looked for the happier future, 

And she checked, as unworthy and ungrateful, the dark suspicious thought 

That perchance her right had been the safer, if not left alone with honour : 

But, alas, the sad knowledge soon came, that her stern task-master's will 

Hath rewarded her toil with a jibe, her patience with utter destitution ! — 

Shall not the scourge of justice lash that cruel coward, 

Who mingled the gall of ingratitude with the bitterness of disappointment ? 

Shall not the hate of men, and vengeance, fiercely pursuing, 

Hunt down the wretched being that sinneth in his grave ? 

He fancied his idol self safe from the wrath of his fellows, 

But Hades rose as he came in, to point at him the finger of scorn ; 

And again must he meet that orphan-maid to answer her face to face, 

And her wrongs shall cling around his neck, to hinder him from rising with the j ust: 

For his last most solemn act hath linked his name with liar, 

And the crime of Ananias is branded on his brow ! 

A good man commendeth his cause to the one great Patron of innocence, 

Convinced of justice to the last, and sure of good meanwhile. 

He knoweth he hath a Guardian, wise and kind and strong, 

And can thank Him for giving, or refusing, the trust or the curse of riches : 

His confidence standeth as a rock ; he dreadeth not malice nor caprice, 

Nor the whisperings of artful men, nor envious secret influence ; 



OF WEALTH. 



He scorneth servile compromise, and the pliant mouthings of deceit ; 
He maketh not a show of love, where he cannot concede esteem ; 
He regardeth ill-got wealth, as the root most fruitful of wretchedness, 
So he walketh in straight integrity, leaning on God and his right. 

No gain, but by its price : labour, for the poor man's meal, 

Ofttimes heart-sickening toil, to win him a morsel for his hunger : 

Labour, for the chapman at his trade, a dull unvaried round, 

Year after year, unto death ; yea, what a weariness is it ! 

Labour, for the pale-faced scribe, drudging at his hated desk, 

Who bartereth for needful pittance the untold gold of health ; 

Labour, with fear, for the merchant, whose hopes are ventured on the sea ; 

Labour, with care, for the man of law, responsible in his gains ; 

Labour, with envy and annoyance, where strangers will thee wealth ; 

Labour, with indolence and gloom, where wealth falleth from a father ; 

Labour unto all, whether aching thews, or aching head, or spirit, — 

The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is labour. 

Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringeth blessing : 

The thought of duty sweeten eth toil, and travail is as pleasure ; 

And time spent in doing hath a comfort that is not for the idle, 

The hardship is transmuted into joy by the dear alchemy of Mercy. 

Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, 

And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless : 

For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty hinges, 

And the grasp of the mind is weakened, as the talons of a caged vulture. 

Wealth hath never given happiness, but often hastened misery : 

Enough hath never caused misery, but often quickened happiness : 

Enough is less than thy thought, O pampered creature of society, 

And he that hath more than enough, is a thief of the rights of his brother. 



OF INVENTION. 



AN is proud of his mind, boasting that it 

giveth him divinity, 
Yet with all its powers can it originate 
nothing ; 
J For the Great God into all His works hath 
largely poured out Himself, 
Saving one special property, the grand preroga- 
tive, — Creation. 
To improve and expand is ours, as well as to 

limit and defeat ; 
But to create a thought or a thing is hopeless 

and impossible. 
Can a. man make matter ?— and yet this would- 
be god 
Thinketh to make mind, and form original 
idea: 

The potter must have his clay, and the mason his quarry, 
And mind must drain ideas from everything around it. 
Doth the soil generate herbs, or the torrid air breed flies, 
Or the water frame its monads, or the mist its swarming blight ? — 
Mediately, through thousand generations, having seed within themselves, 
All things, rare or gross, own one common Father. 
Truly spake Wisdom, There is nothing new under the sun : 




130 OF INVENTION. 



We only arrange and combine the ancient elements of all things. 

Invention is activity of mind, as fire is air in motion ; 

A sharpening of the spiritual sight, to discern hidden aptitudes : 

From the basket and acanthus, is modelled the graceful capital ; 

The shadowed profile on the wall helpeth the limner to his likeness ; 

The footmarks, stamped in clay, lead on the thoughts to printing ; 

The strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest another 

hemisphere : 
A falling apple taught the sage pervading gravitation ; 
The Huron is certain of his prey, from tracks upon the grass : 
And shrewdness, guessing out the hint, followeth on the trail ; 
But the hint must be given, the trail must be there, or the keenest sight is 

as blindness. 

Behold the barren reef, which an earthquake hath just left dry ; 
It hath no beauty to boast of, no harvest of fair fruits : 
But soon the lichen fixeth there, and, dying, diggeth its own grave, 
And softening suns and splitting frosts crumble the reluctant surface ; 
And cormorants roost there, and the snail addeth its slime, 
And efts, with muddy feet, bring their welcome tribute ; 
And the sea casteth out her dead, wrapped in a shroud of weeds ; 
And orderly nature arrangeth again the disunited atoms ; 
Anon, the cold smooth stone is warm with feathery grass, 
And the light sporules of the fern are dropt by the passing wind, 
The wood-pigeon, on swift wing, leaveth its crop-full of grain, 
The squirrel's jealous care planteth the fir-cone and the filbert : 
Years pass, and the sterile rock is rank with tangled herbage ; 
The wild- vine clingeth to the briar, and ivy runneth green among the 
corn, 



OF INVENTION. 



And the tall pine and hazel-thicket shade the rambling hunter. 

Shall the rock boast of its fertility ? shall it lift the head in pride ? — 

Shall the mind of man be vain of the harvest of its thoughts ? 

The savage is that rock ; and a million chances from without, 

By little and little acting on the mind, heap up the hot-bed of society ; 

And the soul, fed and fattened on the thoughts and things around it, 

Groweth to perfection, full of fruit, the fruit of foreign seeds. 

For we learn upon a hint, we find upon a clue, 

We yield an hundred-fold ; but the great sower is Analogy. 

There must be an acrid sloe before a luscious peach, 

A boll of rotting flax before the bridal veil, 

An egg before an eagle, a thought before a thing, 

A spark struck into tinder to light the lamp of knowledge, 

A slight suggestive nod to guide the watching mind, 

A half-seen hand upon the wall, pointing to the balance of Comparison. 

By culture man may do all things, short of the miracle, — Creation ; 

Here is the limit of thy power, — here let thy pride be stayed : 

The soil may be rich, and the mind may be active, but neither yield 

unsown ; 
The eye cannot make light, nor the mind make spirit. 
Therefore it is wise in man to name all novelty Invention ; 
For it is to find out things that are, not to create the unexisting : 
It is to cling to contiguities, to be keen in catching likeness, 
And with energetic elasticity to leap the gulphs of contrast. 
The globe knoweth not increase, either of matter or spirit ; 
Atoms and thoughts are used again, mixing in varied combinations ; 
And though, by moulding them anew, thou makest them thine own, 
Yet have they served thousands, and all their merit is of God. 




OF RIDICULE. 



SEAMS of thought for the sage's brow, and laughing lines for the fool's 

face ; 
For all things leave their track in the mind ; and the glass of the mind is 

faithful. 
Seest thou much mirth upon the cheek ? there is then little exercise of virtue ; 
For he that looketh on the world, cannot be glad and good : 



34 OF RIDICULE. 



Seest thou much gravity in the eye ? be not assured of finding wisdom ; 

For she hath too great praise, not to get many mimics. 

There is a grave-faced folly ; and verily, a laughter-loving wisdom ; 

And what, if surface-judges account it vain frivolity ? 

There is indeed an evil in excess, and a field may lie fallow too long ; 

Yet merriment is often as a froth, that mantleth on the strong mind : 

And note thou this for a verity, — the subtlest thinker when alone, 

From ease of thoughts unbent, will laugh the loudest with his fellows : 

And well is the loveliness of wisdom mirrored in a cheerful countenance, 

Justly the deepest pools are proved by dimpling eddies ; 

For that, a true philosophy commandeth an innocent life, 

And the unguilty spirit is lighter than a linnet's heart : 

Yea, there is no cosmetic like a holy conscience ; 

The eye is bright with trust, the cheek bloomed over with affection, 

The brow unwrinkled by a care, and the lip triumphant in its gladness. 

And for yon grave-faced folly, need not far to look for her ; 

How seriously on trifles dote those leaden eyes, 

How ruefully she sigheth after chances long gone by, 

How sulkily she moaneth over evils without cure ! 

I have known a true-born mirth, the child of innocence and wisdom, 

I have seen a base-born gravity, mingled of ignorance and guilt : 

And again, a base-born mirth, springing out of carelessness and folly ; 

And again, a true-born gravity, the product of reflection and right fear. 

The wounded partridge hideth in a furrow, and a stricken conscience would 

be left alone ; 
But when its breast is healed, it runneth gladly with its fellows : 
Whereas the solitary heron, standing in the sedgy fen, 
Holdeth aloof from the social world, intent on wiles and death. 



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>35 



Need but of light philosophy to dare the world's dread laugh ; 

For a little mind courteth notoriety, to illustrate its puny self: 

But the sneer of a man's own comrades trieth the muscles of courage, 

And to be derided in his home is as a viper in the nest : 

The laugh of a hooting world hath in it a notion of sublimity, 

But the tittering private circle stingeth as a hive of wasps. 

Some have commended ridicule, counting it the test of truth, 

But neither wittily nor wisely ; for truth must prove ridicule : 

Otherwise a blunt bulrush is to pierce the proof armour of argument, 

Because the stolidity of ignorance took it for a barbed shaft. 

Softer is the hide of the rhinoceros, than the heart of deriding unbelief, 

And truth is idler there, than the Bushman's feathered reed : 

A droll conceit parrieth a thrust, that should have hit the conscience, 

And the leering looks of humour tickle the childish mind ; 

For that the matter of a man is mingled most with folly, 

Neither can he long endure the searching gaze of wisdom. 

It is pleasanter to see a laughing cheek than a serious forehead, 

And there liveth not one among a thousand whose idol is not pleasure. 

Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind : 

But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 

Fear a nettle, and touch it tenderly, its poison shall burn thee to the 

shoulder ; 
But grasp it with a bold hand, — is it not a bundle of myrrh ? 
Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt find fools enough to mock thee ; 
But answer thou their laughter with contempt, and the scoffers will lick 

thy feet. 



OF COMMENDATION. 




re; HE praise of holy men is a promise of praise 

from their Master ; 
A fore-running earnest of thy welcome, — Well 

done, faithful servant ; 
A rich preludious note, that droppeth softly on 

thine ear, 
To tell thee the chords of thy heart are in 

tune with the choirs of heaven. 
Yet is it a dangerous hearing, for the sweet- 

>- jjfT^vyftSw^ vli^GX ness ma y ^ tnee mto s l umDei S 

And the cordial quaffed with thirst may generate 
the fumes of presumption. 
j 7 1^S5n% ^° see k it not f° r itself, but taste, and go gladly 

: - - - :; ^j/^m ^ on thy way ' 

^L ^h <Sv^-^ ^Sfl ) F° r the mariner slacketh not his sail, though 
^^ ^ " the sandal-gioves of Araby allure him ; 

And the fragrance of that incense would harm thee, as when, on a summer 

evening, 
The honied yellow flowers of the gorse oppress thy charmed sense : 
And a man hath too much of praise, for he praiseth himself continually ; 
Neither lacketh he at any time self-commendation or excuse. 



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Praise a fool, and slay him : for the canvas of his vanity is spread ; 

His bark is shallow in the water, and a sudden gust shall sink it : 

Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way ; for he carrieth the ballast 

of humility, 
And is glad when his course is cheered by the sympathy of brethren 

ashore. 
The praise of a good man is good, for he holdeth up the mirror of 

Truth, 
That Virtue may see her own beauty, and delight in her own fair face : 
The praise of a bad man is evil, for he hideth the deformity of Vice, 
Casting the mantle of a queen around the limbs of a leper. 
Praise is rebuke to the man whose conscience alloweth it not : 
And where conscience feeleth it her due, no praise is better than a 

little. 
He that despiseth the outward appearance, despiseth the esteem of his 

fellows ; 
And he that overmuch regardeth it, shall earn only their contempt : 
The honest commendation of an equal no one can scorn, and be 

blameless, 
Yet even that fair fame no one can hunt for, and be honoured : 
If it come, accept it and be thankful, and be thou humble in accepting ; 
If it tarry, be not thou cast down ; the bee can gather honey out of 

rue : 
And is thine aim so low, that the breath of those around thee 
Can speed thy feathered arrow, or retard its flight ? 
The child shooteth at a butterfly, but the man's mark is an eagle ; 
And while his fellows talk, he hath conquered in the clouds. 
Ally thee to truth and godliness, and use the talents in thy charge ; 
So shalt thou walk in peace, deserving, if not having. 



138 OF COMMENDATION. 



With a friend, praise him when thou canst ; for many a friendship hath 

decayed, 
Like a plant in a crowded corner, for want of sunshine on its leaves : 
With another, praise him not often — otherwise he shall despise thee ; 
But be thou frugal in commending ; so will he give honour to thy 

judgment : 
For thou that dost so zealously commend, art acknowledging thine own 

inferiority, 
And he, thou so highly hast exalted, shall proudly look down on thy 

esteem. 

Wilt thou that one remember a thing? — praise him in the midst of thy 

advice ; 
Never yet forgat man the word whereby he hath been praised. 
Better to be censured by a thousand fools, than approved but by one man 

that is wise ; 
For the pious are slower to help right, than the profane to hinder it : 
So, where the world rebuketh, there look thou for the excellent, 
And be suspicious of the good, which wicked men can praise. 
The captain bindeth his troop, not more by severity than kindness, 
And justly, should recompense well doing, as well as be strict with an 

offender ; 
The laurel is cheap to the giver, but precious in his sight who hath 

won it, 
And the heart of the soldier rejoiceth in the approving glance of his 

chief. 
Timely given praise is even better than the merited rebuke of censure, 
For the sun is more needful to the plant than the knife that cutteth out a 

canker. 



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Many a father hath erred, in that he hath withheld reproof, 

But more have mostly sinned, in withholding praise where it was due : 

There be many such as Eli among men ; but these be more culpable than 

Eli, 
Who chill the fountain of exertion by the freezing looks of indifference : 
Ye call a man easy and good, yet he is as a two-edged sword ; 
He rebuketh not vice, and it is strong : he comforteth not virtue, and it 

fainteth. 
There is nothing more potent among men than a gift timely bestowed ; 
And a gift kept back where it was hoped, separateth chief friends : 
For what is a gift but a symbol, giving substance to praise and esteem ? 
And where is a sharper arrow than the sting of unmerited neglect ? 

Expect not praise from the mean, neither gratitude from the selfish ; 

And to keep the proud thy friend, see thou do him not a service : 

For, behold, he will hate thee for his debt : thou hast humbled him by 

giving ; 
And his stubbornness never shall acknowledge the good he hath taken from 

thy hand : 
Yea, rather will he turn and be thy foe, lest thou gather from his 

friendship 
That he doth account thee creditor, and standeth in the second place. 
Still, O kindly feeling heart, be not thou chilled by the thankless, 
Neither let the breath of gratitude fan thee into momentary heat : 
Do good for good's own sake, looking not to worthiness nor love ; 
Fling thy grain among the rocks, cast thy bread upon the waters, 
His claim be strongest to thy help, who is thrown most helplessly upon 

thee, — 
So shalt thou have a better praise, and reap a richer harvest of reward. 



140 OF COMMENDATION. 



If a man hold fast to thy creed, and fit his thinkings to thy notions, 

Thou shalt take him for a man right-minded, yea, and excuse his evil : 

But seest thou not, O bigot, that thy zeal is but a hunting after praise, 

And the full pleasure of a proselyte lieth in the flattering of self? 

A man of many praises meeteth many welcomes, 

But he, who blameth often, shall not keep a friend ; 

The velvet-coated apricot is one thing, and the spiked horse-chestnut is 

another, 
A handle of smooth amber is pleasanter than rough buck-horn. 
Show me a popular man ; I can tell thee the secret of his power ; 
He hath soothed them with glozing words, lulling their ears with 

flattery, 
The smile of seeming approbation is ever the companion of his 

presence, 
And courteous looks, and warm regards, earn him all their hearts. 

Nothing but may be better, and every better might be best ; 

The blind may discern, and the simple prove, fault or want in all 

things ; 
And a little mind looketh on the lily with a microscopic eye, 
Eager and glad to pry out specks on its robe of purity ; 
But a great mind gazeth on the sun, glorying in his brightness, 
And taking large knowledge of his good, in the broad prairie of creation : 
What, though he hatch basilisks ? what, though spots are on the sun ? 
In fulness is his worth, in fulness be his praise ! 







OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 






NOWLEDGE holdeth by the hilt, and heweth 
out a road to conquest ; 
s \,"- t ^jS? Ignorance graspeth the blade, and is wounded 

^'^SSXW^ by * ts own g°°d sword : 

i-?^di&7~' Knowledge distilleth health from the virulence 

of opposite poisons ; 
Ignorance mixeth wholesomes, unto the breed- 
ing of disease : 
Knowledge is leagued with the universe, and 
JlmJsfeiT^ findeth a friend in all things ; 

But ignorance is everywhere a stranger; unwel- 
come, ill at ease, and out of place. 




[4 2 OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 



A man is helpless and unsafe up to the measure of his ignorance, 

For he lacketh perception of the aptitudes commending such a matter to 

his use, 
Clutching at the horn of danger, while he judgeth it the handle or security, 
Or casting his anchor so widely, that the granite reef is just within the 

tether. 
Untaught in science, he is but half alive, stupidly taking note of nothing, 
Or listening with dull wonder to the crafty saws of an empiric : 
Simple in the world, he trusteth unto knaves ; and then to make amends 

for folly, 
Dealeth so shrewdly with the honest, they cannot but suspect him for a 

thief; 
With an unknown God, he maketh mock of reason, fathering contrivance 

on chance, 
Or doting with superstitious dread on some crooked image of his fancy : 
But ignorant of Self, he is weakness at heart ; the key-stone crumbleth into 

sand, 
There is panic in the general's tent, the oak is hollow as hemlock ; 
Though the warm sap creepeth up its bark, filling out the sheaf of leaves, 
Though knowledge of all things beside add proofs of seeming vigour, 
Though the master-mind of the royal sage feast on the mysteries of 

wisdom, 
Yet ignorance of self shall bow down the spirit of a Solomon to idols ; 
The storm of temptation, sweeping by, shall snap that oak like a reed, 
And the proud luxuriance of its tufted crown drag it the sooner to the dust. 

Youth, confident in self, tampereth with dangerous dalliance, 

Till the vice his heart once hated hath locked him in her foul embrace : 

Manhood, through zeal of doing good, seeketh high place for its occasions, 



OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. i 43 



Unwitting that the bleak mountain-air will nip the tender budding of his 

motives : 
Or painfully, for love of truth, he climbeth the ladder of science, 
Till pride of intellect heating his heart, warpeth it aside to delusion : 
The maiden, to give shadow to her fairness, plaiteth her raven hair, 
Heedlessly weaving for her soul the silken net of vanity : 
The grey-beard looketh on his gold, till he loveth its yellow smile, 
Unconscious of the bright decoy which is luring his heart unto avarice : 
Wrath avoideth no quarrel, jealousy counteth its suspicions, 
Pining envy gazeth still, and melancholy seeketh solitude, 
The sensitive broodeth on his slights, the fearful poreth over horrors, 
The train of wantonness is fired, the nerves of indecision are unstrung ; 
Each special proneness unto harm is pampered by ignorant indulgence, 
And the man, for want of warning, yieldeth to the apt temptation. 

A smith at the loom, and a weaver at the forge, were but sorry craftsmen ; 

And a ship that saileth on every wind never shall reach her port : 

Yet there be thousands among men who heed not the leaning of their 

talents, 
But cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end ; 
And the light of a thoughtful spirit is quenched beneath the bushel of 

commerce, 
While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy : 
The cedar withereth on a wall, while the house-leek is fattening in a 

hot-bed, 
And the dock with its rank leaves hideth the sun from violets. 
To everything a fitting place, a proper honourable use ; 
The humblest measure of mind is bright in its humble sphere : 
The glow-worm, creeping in the hedge, lighteth her evening torch, 



44 OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE, 



And her far-off mate, on gossamer sail, steereth his course by that star : 
But ignorance mocketh at proprieties, bringing out the glow-worm at 

noon ; 
And setteth the faults of mediocrity in the full blaze of wisdom. 
Ravens croaking in darkness, and a skylark trilling to the sun, 
The voice of a screech-owl from a ruin, and the blackbird's whistle in a 

wood, 
A cushion-footed camel for the sands, and a swift rein-deer for the snows, 
A naked skin for Ethiopia, and rich soft furs for the Pole : 
In all things is there a fitness : discord with discord hath its music ; 
And the harmony of nature is preserved by each one knowing his place. 

The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver, the halt making for the 

goal, 
The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer discoursing eloquence, — 
What wonder it all fail ? the shaft flieth wide of the mark 
Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be strung awry ; 
And the mind which were excellent in one way, but foolishly toileth in 

another, 
What is it but an ill-strung bow, and its aim a crooked arrow ? 
By knowledge of self, thou provest thy powers : put not the racer to the 

plough, 
Nor goad the toilsome ox to wager his slowness with the fleet : 
Consider thy failings, heed thy propensities, search out thy latent virtues, 
Analyze the doubtful, cultivate the good, and crush the head of evil ; 
So shalt thou catch with quick hand the golden ball of opportunity, 
The warrior armed shall be ready for the fray, beside his bridled steed ; 
Thou shalt ward off special harms, and have the sway of circumstance, 
And turn to thy special good the common current of events ; 



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Choosing from the wardrobe of the world, thou shalt suitably clothe thy 

spirit, 
Nor thrust the white hand of peace into the gauntlet of defiance : 
The shepherd shall go with a staff, and conquer by sling and stone ; 
The soldier shall let alone the distaff, and the scribe lay down the sword ; 
The man unlearned shall keep silence, and earn one attribute of wisdom, 
The sage be sparing of his lessons before unhearing ears : 
Calm shalt thou be, as a lion in repose, conscious of passive strength, 
And the shock that splitteth the globe, shall not unthrone thy self- 
possession. 

Acquaint thee with thyself, O man ! so shalt thou be humble : 

The hard hot desert of thy heart shall blossom with the lily and the rose ; 

The frozen cliffs of pride shall melt, as an iceberg in the tropics ; 

The bitter fountains of self-seeking be sweeter than the waters of the Nile. 

But if thou lack that wisdom, — thy frail skiff is doomed, 

On stronger eddy whirling to the dreadful gorge ; 

Untaught in that grand lore, thou standest, cased in steel, 

To dare with mocking unbelief the thunderbolts of heaven. 

For look now around thee on the universe, behold how all things serve 

thee ; 
The teeming soil, and the buoyant sea, and undulating air, 
Golden crops, and bloomy fruits, and flowers, and precious gems, 
Choice perfumes and fair sights, soft touches and sweet music : 
For thee, shoaling up the bay, crowd the finny nations, 
For thee, the cattle on a thousand hills live, and labour, and die : 
Light is thy daily slave, darkness inviteth thee to slumber ; 
Thou art served by the hands of Beauty, and Sublimity kneeleth at thy 

feet : 



146 OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 



Arise, thou sovereign of creation, and behold thy glory ! 

Yet more, thou hast a mind ; intellect wingeth thee to heaven, 

Tendeth thy state on earth, and by it thou divest down to hell ; 

Thou hast measured the belts of Saturn, thou hast weighed the moons of 

Jupiter, 
And seen, by reason's eye, the centre of thy globe ; 
Subtly hast thou numbered by billions the leagues between sun and sun, 
And noted in thy book the coming of their shadows ; 
With marvellous unerring truth, thou knowest to an inch and to an 

instant, 
The where and the when of the comet's path that shall seem to rush by at 

thy command : 
Arise, thou king of mind, and survey thy dignity ! 
Yet more, — for once believe religion's flattering tale ; 
Thou hast a soul, yea, and a God, — but be not therefore humbled ; 
Thy Maker's self was glad to live and die — a man ; 
The brightest jewel in His crown is voluntary manhood : 
By deep dishonour, and great price, bought He that envied freedom, 
But thou wast born an heir of all, thy Master scarce could earn. 
O climax unto pride, O triumph of humanity, 
O triple crown upon thy brow, most high and mighty Self! 
Arise, thou Lord of all, thou greater than a God ! — 
How saidst thou, wretched being ? — cast thy glance within ; 
Regard that painted sepulchre, the hovel of thy heart : 
Ha ! with what fearful imagery swarmeth that small chamber j 
The horrid eye of murder, scowling in the dark, 
The bony hand of avarice, filching from the poor, 
The lurid fires of lust, the idiot face of folly, 
The sickening deed of cruelty, the foul fierce orgies of the drunken, 



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Weak contemptible vanity, stubborn stolid unbelief, 
Envy's devilish sneer, and the vile features of ingratitude, — 
Man, hast thou seen enough ? or are these full proof 
That thou art a miracle of mercy, and all thy dignity is dross ? 

Well said the wisdom of earth, O mortal, know thyself; 

But better the wisdom of heaven, O man, learn thou thy God : 

By knowledge of self thou art conusant of evil, and mailed in panoply to 

meet it ; 
By knowledge of God cometh knowledge of good, and universal love is at 

thy heart. 
Every creature knoweth its capacities, running in the road of instinct, 
And reason must not lag behind, but serve itself of all proprieties : 
The swift to the race, and the strong to the burden, and the wise for right 

direction ; 
For self-knowledge filleth with acceptance its niche in the temple of utility : 
But vainly wilt thou look for that knowledge, till the clue of all truth is in 

thy hand, 
For the labyrinth of man's heart windeth in complicate deceivings : 
Thou canst not sound its depths with the shallow plumb-line of reason, 
Till religion, the pilot of the soul, have lent thee her unfathomable coil : 
Therefore, for this grand knowledge, and knowledge is the parent cf 

dominion, 
Learn God, thou shalt know thyself; yea, and shalt have mastery of all 

things. 



OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 




ft V r V v I ) S t — ^%^- x ** ^^ 



r 91 S 



HAME upon thee, savage Monarch-Man, 

proud monopolist of reason ; 
Shame upon Creation's lord, the fierce en- 
sanguined despot : 
What, man ! are there not enough, hunger, 

and diseases, and fatigue, — 
And yet must thy goad or thy thong add 

another sorrow to existence ? 
What ! art thou not content thy sin hath 

dragged down suffering and death 
On the poor dumb servants of thy comfort, 
and yet must thou rack them with thy spite ? 
The prodigal heir of creation hath gambled 

away his all, — 
Shall he add torment to the bondage that is 
galling his forfeit serfs ? 
The leader in nature's paean himself hath marred her psaltery, 
Shall he multiply the din or discord by overstraining all the strings ? 
The rebel hath fortified his strong-hold, shutting in his vassals with him, — 
Shall he aggravate the woes of the besieged by oppression from within ? 
Thou twice deformed image of thy Maker, thou hateful representative of 
Love, 




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For very shame be merciful, be kind unto the creatures thou hast ruined ; 

Earth and her million tribes are cursed for thy sake, 

Earth and her million tribes still writhe beneath thy cruelty : 

Liveth there but one among the million that shall not bear witness against 
thee, 

A pensioner of land or air or sea, that hath not whereof it will accuse thee? 

From the elephant toiling at a launch, to the shrew-mouse in the harvest- 
field, 

From the whale which the harpooner hath stricken, to the minnow caught 
upon a pin, 

From the albatross wearied in its flight, to the wren in her covered nest, 

From the death-moth and lace-winged dragon-fly, to the lady-bird and the 
gnat, 

The verdict of all things is unanimous, finding their master cruel : 

The dog, thy humble friend, thy trusting, honest friend ; 

The ass, thine uncomplaining slave, drudging from morn to even ; 

The lamb, and the timorous hare, and the labouring ox at plough ; 

The speckled trout, basking in the shallow, and the partridge, gleaning in 
the stubble, 

And the stag at bay, and the worm in thy path, and the wild bird pining in 
captivity, 

And all things that minister alike to thy life and thy comfort and thy pride, 

Testify with one sad voice that man is a cruel master. 

Verily, they are all thine : freely mayst thou serve thee of them all : 
They are thine by gift for thy needs, to be used in all gratitude and 

kindness ; 
Gratitude to their God and thine, — their Father and thy Father, 
Kindness to them who toil for thee, and help thee with their all : 



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For meat, but not by wantonness of slaying : for burden, but with limits 

of humanity ; 
For luxury, but not through torture ; for draught, but according to the 

strength : 
For a dog cannot plead his own right, nor render a reason for exemption, 
Nor give a soft answer unto wrath, to turn aside the undeserved lash ; 
The galled ox cannot complain, nor supplicate a moment's respite ; 
The spent horse hideth his distress, till he panteth out his spirit at the goal; 
Also, in the winter of life, when worn by constant toil, 
If ingratitude forget his services, he cannot bring them to remembrance ; 
Behold, he is faint with hunger ; the big tear standeth in his eye ; 
His skin is sore with stripes, and he tottereth beneath his burden ; 
His limbs are stiff with age, his sinews have lost their vigour, 
And pain is stamped upon his face, while he wrestleth unequally with toil ; 
Yet once more mutely and meekly endureth he the crushing blow ; 
That struggle hath cracked his heart-strings, — the generous brute is dead! 
Liveth there no advocate for him ? no judge to avenge his wrongs ? 
No voice that shall be heard in his defence ? no sentence to be passed on 

his oppressor ? 
Yea, the sad eye of the tortured pleadeth pathetically for him ; 
Yea, all the justice in heaven is roused in indignation at his woes ; 
Yea, all the pity upon earth shall call down a curse upon the cruel ; 
Yea, the burning malice of the wicked is their own exceeding punishment. 
The Angel of Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but passeth by on the other 

side, 
And hath no tear to shed, when a cruel man is damned. 



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S frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, 

even such is self-interest to Friendship : 
For Confidence cannot dwell where Selfishness 

is porter at the gate. 
If thou see thy friend to be selfish, thou canst 

not be sure of his honesty ; 
And in seeking thine own weal, thou hast 

wronged the reliance of thy friend. 
Flattery hideth her varnished face when Friend- 
ship sitteth at his board : 
And the door is shut upon Suspicion, but Can- 
dour is bid glad welcome. 
For friendship abhorreth doubt, its life is in 

mutual trust, 
And perisheth, when artful praise proveth it is 
sought for a purpose. 
A man may be good to thee at times, and render thee mighty service, 
Whom yet thy secret soul could not desire as a friend ; 
For the sum of life is in trifles, and though, in the weightier masses, 
A man refuse thee not his purse, nay his all in thine utmost need, 
Yet if thou canst not feel that his character agreeth with thine own, 
Thou never wilt call him friend, though thou render him a heartful of 

gratitude. 
A coarse man grindeth harshly the finer feelings of his brother ; 




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A common mind will soon depart from the dull companionship of wisdom ; 
A weak soul dareth not to follow in the track of vigour and decision ; 
And the worldly regardeth with scorn the seeming foolishness of faith. 
A mountain is made up of atoms, and friendship of little matters, 
And if the atoms hold not together, the mountain is crumbled into dust. 

Come, I will show thee a friend ; I will paint one worthy of thy trust : 
Thine heart shall not weary of him : thou shalt not secretly despise him. 
Thou art long in learning him, in unravelling all his worth ; 
And he dazzleth not thine eyes at first, to be darkened in thy sight 

afterward, 
But riseth from small beginnings, and reacheth the height of thine esteem. 
He remembereth that thou art only man ; he expecteth not great things 

from thee : 
And his forbearance toward thee silently teacheth thee to be considerate 

unto him. 
He despiseth not courtesy of manner, nor neglecteth the decencies of 

life: 
Nor mocketh the failings of others, nor is harsh in his censures before 

thee : 
For so, how couldst thou tell, if he talketh not of thee in ridicule ? 
He withholdeth no secret from thee, and rejecteth not thine in turn ; 
He shareth his joys with thee, and is glad to bear part in thy sorrows. 
Yet one thing, he loveth thee too well to show thee the corruptions of his 

heart : 
For as an ill example strengtheneth the hands of the wicked, 
So to put forward thy guilt, is a secret poison to thy friend : 
For the evil in his nature is comforted, and he warreth more weakly against 

it, 



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If he find that the friend whom he honoureth, is a man more sinful than 

himself. 
I hear the communing of friends ; ye speak out the fulness of your 

souls, 
And being but men, as men, ye own to all the sympathies of manhood : 
Confidence openeth the lips, indulgence beameth from the eye, 
The tongue loveth not boasting, the heart is made glad with kindness : 
And one standeth not as on a hill, beckoning to the other to follow, 
But ye toil up hand in hand, and carry each other's burdens. 
Ye commune of hopes and aspirations, the fervent breathings of the 

heart, 
Ye speak with pleasant interchange the treasured secrets of affection, 
Ye listen to the voice of complaint, and whisper the language of comfort, 
And as in a double solitude, ye think in each other's hearing. 

Choose thy friend discreetly, and see thou consider his station^ 

For the graduated scale of ranks accordeth with the ordinance of 

Heaven : 
If a low companion ripen to a friend, in the full sunshine of thy 

confidence, 
Know, that for old age thou hast heaped up sorrow. 
For thou sinkest to that level, and thy kin shall scorn thee, 
Yea, and the menial thou hast pampered haply shall neglect thee in thy 

death : 
And if thou reachest up to high estates, thinking to herd with princes, 
What art thou but a footstool, though so near a throne ? 
O rush among the lilies, be taught thou art a weed, 
O briar among the cedars, hot contempt shall burn thee. 
But thou, friend and scholar, select from thine own caste, 



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And make not an intimate of one, thy servant or thy master ; 

For only friendship among men is the true republic, 

Where all have equality of service, and all have freedom of command. 

And yet, if thou wilt take my judgment, be shy of too much openness 

with any, 
Lest thou repent hereafter, should he turn and rend thee : 
For many an apostate friend hath abused unguarded confidence, 
And bent to selfish ends the secret of the soul. 

Absence strengthened friendship, where the last recollections were 

kindly ; 
But it must be good wine at the last, or absence shall weaken it daily. 
A rare thing is faith, and friendship is a marvel among men, 
Yet strange faces call they friends, and say they believe when they 

doubt. 
Those hours are not lost that are spent in cementing affection ; 
For a friend is above gold, precious as the stores of the mind. 
Be sparing of advice by words, but teach thy lesson by example : 
For the vanity of man may be wounded, and retort unkindly upon thee. 
There be some that never had a friend, because they were gross and 

selfish ; 
Worldliness, and apathy, and pride, leave not many that are worthy : 
But one who meriteth esteem, need never lack a friend : 
For as thistle-down flieth abroad, and casteth its anchor in the soil, 
So philanthropy yearneth for a heart, where it may take root and 

blossom. 

Yet I hear the child of sensibility moaning at the wintry cold, 
Wherein the mists of selfishness have wrapped the society of men : 



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He grieveth, and hath deep reasons ; for falsehood hath wronged his 

trust, 
And the breaches in his bleeding heart have been filled with the briars of 

suspicion. 
For, alas, how few be friends, of whom charity hath hoped well ! 
How few there be among men who forget themselves for other ! 
Each one seeketh his own, and looketh on his brethren as rivals, 
Masking envy with friendship, to serve his secret ends. 
And the world, that corrupteth all good, hath wronged that sacred name, 
For it calleth any man friend, who is not known for an enemy ; 
And such be as the flies of summer, while plenty sitteth at thy board : 
But who can wonder at their flight from the cold denials of want ? 
Such be as vultures round a carcase, assembled together for the feast ; 
But a sudden noise scareth them, and forthwith are they specks among the 

clouds. 
There be few^ O child of sensibility, who deserve to have thy confidence ; 
Yet weep not, for there are some, and such some live for thee : 
To them is the chilling world a drear and barren scene, 
And gladly seek they such as thou art, for seldom find they the 

occasion : 
For, though no man excludeth himself from the high capability of 

friendship, 
Yet verily the man is a marvel whom truth can write a friend. 



158 OF LOVE. 



Its root lieth deep: it is delicate, yet lasting, as the lilac crocus of autumn : 
Loneliness and thought are the dews that water it morn and even ; 
Memory and Absence cherish it, as the balmy breathings of the south : 
Its sun is the brightness of Affection, and it bloometh in the borders of 

Hope ; 
Its companions are gentle flowers, and the briar withereth by its side. 
I saw it budding in beauty ; I felt the magic of its smile ; 
The violet rejoiced beneath it, the rose stooped down and kissed it ; 
And I thought some cherub had planted there a truant flower of Eden, 
As a bird bringeth foreign seeds, that they may flourish in a kindly soil. 
I saw, and asked not its name ; I knew no language was so wealthy, 
Though every heart of every clime findeth its echo within. 
And yet what shall I say ? Is a sordid man capable of Love ? 
Hath a seducer known it ? Can an adulterer perceive it ? 
Or he that seeketh strange women, can he feel its purity ? 
Or he that changeth often, can he know its truth ? 
Longing for another's happiness, yet often destroying its own ; 
Chaste, and looking up to God, as the fountain of tenderness and joy : 
Quiet, yet flowing deep, as the Rhine among rivers ; 
Lasting, and knowing not change — it walketh with Truth and Sincerity. 

Love : — what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, 
A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, 
The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, 
What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love ! 
For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, 
The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, 
The story without an end that angels throng to hear, 
The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart ! 



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59 



Go, call thou snake-eyed malice mercy, call envy honest praise, 
Count selfish craft for wisdom, and coward treachery for prudence, 
Do homage to blaspheming unbelief as to bold and free philosophy, 
And estimate the recklessness of license as the right attribute of liberty, — 
But with the world, thou friend and scholar, stain not this pure name •, 
Nor suffer the majesty of Love to be likened to the meanness of desire : 
For love is no more such, than seraphs' hymns are discord, 
And such is no more Love, than Etna's breath is summer. 

Love is a sweet idolatry enslaving all the soul, 

A mighty spiritual force, warring with the dulness of matter, 

An angel-mind breathed into a mortal, though fallen yet how beautiful ! 

All the devotion of the heart in^all its depth and grandeur. 

Behold that pale geranium, pent within the cottage window ; 

How yearningly it stretcheth to the light its sickly long-stalked leaves, 

How it straineth upward to the sun, coveting his sweet influences, 

How real a living sacrifice to the god of all its worship ! 

Such is the soul that loveth ; and so the rose-tree of affection 

Bendeth its every leaf to look on those dear eyes, 

Its every blushing petal basketh in their light, 

And all its gladness, all its life, is hanging on their love. 

If the love of the heart is blighted, it buddeth not again : 

If that pleasant song is forgotten, it is to be learnt no more : 

Yet often will thought look back, and weep over early affection ; 

And the dim notes of that pleasant song will be heard as a reproachful spirit, 

Moaning in iEolian strains over the desert of the heart, 

Where the hot siroccos of the world have withered its one oasis. 




OF MARRIAGE. 



SEEK a good wife of thy God, for she is the best gift of His providence ; 
Yet ask not in bold confidence that which He hath not promised : 



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Thou knowest not His good will: — be thy prayer then submissive 

thereunto ; 
And leave thy petition to His mercy, assured that He will deal well with 

thee. 
If thou art to have a wife of thy youth, she is now living on the earth ; 
Therefore think of her, and pray for her weal ; yea, though thou hast not 

seen her. 
They that love early become like-minded, and the tempter toucheth them 

not : 
They grow up leaning on each other, as the olive and the vine. 
Youth longeth for a kindred spirit, and yearneth for a heart that can 

commune with his own ; 
He meditateth night and day, doting on the image of his fancy. 
Take heed that what charmeth thee is real, nor springeth of thine own 

imagination ; 
And suffer not trifles to win thy love ; for a wife is thine unto death. 
The harp and the voice may thrill thee, — sound may enchant thine ear, 
But consider thou, the hand will wither, and the sweet notes turn to 

discord : 
The eye, so brilliant at even, may be red with sorrow in the morning ; 
And the sylph-like form of elegance must writhe in the crampings of 

pain. 

O happy lot, and hallowed, even as the joy of angels, 

Where the golden chain of godliness is entwined with the roses of love : 

But beware thou seem not to be holy, to win favour in the eyes of a 

creature, 
For the guilt of the hypocrite is deadly, and winneth thee wrath elsewhere. 
The idol of thy heart is, as thou, a probationary sojourner on earth ; 



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Therefore be chary of her soul, for that is the jewel in her casket : 

Let her be a child of God, that she bring with her a blessing to thy 

house, — 
A blessing above riches, and leading contentment in its train : 
Let her be an heir of heaven ; so shall she help thee on thy way : 
For those who are one in faith, fight double-handed against evil. 
Take heed lest she love thee before God ; that she be not an idolator : 
Yet see thou that she love thee well : for her heart is the heart of woman; 
And the triple nature of humanity must be bound by a triple chain, 
For soul and mind and body — godliness, esteem, and affection. 

How beautiful is modesty ! it winneth upon all beholders : 

But a word or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been 

for thee. 
Affect not to despise beauty : no one is freed from its dominion ; 
But regard' it not a pearl of price: — it is fleeting as the bow in the 

clouds. 
If the character within be gentle, it often hath its index in the 

countenance : 
The soft smile of a loving face is better than splendour that fadeth 

quickly. 
When thou choosest a wife, think not only of thyself, 
But of those God mav give thee of her, that they reproach thee not for 

their being : 
See that He hath given her health, lest thou lose her early and weep : 
See that she springeth of a wholesome stock, that thy little ones perish not 

before thee : 
For many a fair skin hath covered a mining disease, 
And many a laughing cheek been bright with the glare of madness. 



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Mark the converse of one thou lovest, that it be simple and sincere ; 

For an artful or false woman shall set thy pillow with thorns. 

Observe her deportment with others, when she thinketh not that thou art 

nigh, 
For with thee will the blushes of love conceal the true colour of her 

mind. 
Hath she learning ? it is good, so that modesty go with it : 
Hath she wisdom ? it is precious, but beware that thou exceed ; 
For woman must be subject, and the true mastery is of the mind. 
Be joined to thine equal in rank, or the foot of pride will kick at thee ; 
And look not only for riches, lest thou be mated with misery : 
Marry not without means ; for so shouldst thou tempt Providence ; 
But wait not for more than enough ; for Marriage is the duty of most 

men: 
Grievous indeed must be the burden that shall outweigh innocence and 

health, 
And a well-assorted marriage hath not many cares. 
In the day of thy joy consider the poor ; thou shalt reap a rich harvest of 

blessing ; 
For these be the pensioners of One who filleth thy cup with pleasures : 
In the day of thy joy be thankful : He hath well deserved thy praise : 
Mean and selfish is the heart that seeketh Him only in sorrow. 
For her sake who leaneth on thine arm, court not the notice of the 

world, 
And remember that sober privacy is comelier than public display. 
If thou marriest, thou art allied unto strangers ; see they be not such as 

shame thee : 
If thou marriest, thou leavest thine own ; see that it be not done in 

anger. 



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Bride and bridegroom, pilgrims of life, henceforward to travel together, 
In this the beginning of your journey, neglect not the favour of Heaven : 
Let the day of hopes fulfilled be blest by many prayers, 
And at even-tide kneel ye together, that your joy be not unhallowed : 
Angels that are round you shall be glad, those loving ministers of mercy, 
And the richest blessings of your God shall be poured on His favoured 

children. 
Marriage is a figure and an earnest of holier things unseen, 
And reverence well becometh the symbol of dignity and glory. 
Keep thy heart pure, lest thou do dishonour to thy state ; 
Selfishness is base and hateful ; but love considereth not itself. 
The wicked turneth good into evil, for his mind is warped within him ; 
But the heart of the righteous is chaste : his conscience casteth off sin. 
If thou wilt be loved, render implicit confidence ; 
If thou wouldst not suspect, receive full confidence in turn : 
For where trust is not reciprocal, the love that trusted withereth. 
Hide not your grief nor your gladness ; be open one with the other ; 
Let bitterness be strange unto your tongues, but sympathy a dweller in 

your hearts : 
Imparting halveth the evils, while it doubleth the pleasures of life, 
But sorrows breed and thicken in the gloomy bosom of Reserve. 

Young wife, be not froward, nor forget that modesty becometh thee : 
If it be discarded now, who will not hold it feigned before ? 
But be not as a timid girl, — there is honour due to thine estate ; 
A matron's modesty is dignified : she blusheth not, neither is she bold. 
Be kind to the friends of thine husband, for the love they have to him : 
And gently bear with his infirmities : hast thou no need of his 
forbearance ? 



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Be not always in each other's company ; it is often good to be alone ; 
And if there be too much sameness, ye cannot but grow weary of each 

other : 
Ye have each a soul to be nourished, and a mind to be taught in 

wisdom, 
Therefore, as accountable for time, help one another to improve it. 
If ye feel love to decline, track out quickly the secret cause ; 
Let it not rankle for a day, but confess and bewail it together : 
Speedily seek to be reconciled, for love is the life of marriage ; 
And be ye co-partners in triumph, conquering the peevishness of self. 

Let no one have thy confidence, O wife, saving thine husband : 

Have not a friend more intimate, O husband, than thy wife. 

In the joy of a well-ordered home be warned that this is not your rest ; 

For the substance to come may be forgotten in the present beauty of the 

shadow. 
If ye are blessed with children, ye have a fearful pleasure, 
A deeper care and a higher joy, and the range of your existence is 

widened : 
If God in wisdom refuse them, thank Him for an unknown mercy : 
For how can ye tell if they might be a blessing or a curse ? 
Yet ye may pray, like Hannah, simply dependent on His will : 
Resignation sweeteneth the cup, but impatience dasheth it with vinegar. 
Now this is the sum of the matter : — if ye will be happy in marriage, 
Confide, loye, and be patient : be faithful, firm, and holy. 



I ^#2£^ 




OF EDUCATION. 



A BABE in a house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and 

love : 
A resting place for innocence on earth ; a link between angels and men : 
Yet is it a talent of trust, a loan to be rendered back with interest ; 
A delight, but redolent of care ; honey-sweet, but lacking not the bitter. 



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For character groweth day by day, and all things aid it in unfolding, 
And the bent unto good or evil may be given in the hours of infancy : 
Scratch the green rind of a sapling, or wantonly twist it in the soil, 
The scarred and crooked oak will tell of thee for centuries to come ; 
Even so mayst thou guide the mind to good, or lead it to the marrings of 

evil, 
For disposition is builded up by the fashioning of first impressions : 
Wherefore, though the voice of instruction waiteth for the ear of reason, 
Yet with his mother's milk the young child drinketh Education. 
Patience is the first great lesson ; he may learn it at the breast : 
And the habit of obedience and trust may be grafted on his mind in the 

cradle : 
Hold the little hands in prayer, teach the weak knees their kneeling ; 
Let him see thee speaking to thy God ; he will not forget it afterward : 
When old and grey will he feelingly remember a mother's tender piety, 
And the touching recollection of her prayers shall arrest the strong man in 

his sin. 

Select not to nurse thy darling one that may taint his innocence, 

For example is a constant monitor, and good seed will die among the 

tares. 
The arts of a strange servant have spoiled a gentle disposition : 
Mother, let him learn of thy lips, and be nourished at thy breast. 
Character is mainly moulded by the cast of the minds that surround it : 
Let then the playmates of thy little one be not other than thy judgment 

shall approve : 
For a child is in a new world, and learneth somewhat every moment, 
His eye is quick to observe, his memory storeth in secret, 
His ear is greedy of knowledge, and his mind is plastic as soft wax. 



168 OF EDUCATION. 



Beware then that he heareth what is good, that he feedeth not on evil 

maxims, 
For the seeds of first instructions are dropped into the deepest furrows. 
That which immemorial use hath sanctioned, seemeth to be right and true; 
Therefore, let him never have to recollect the time when good things were 

strangers to his thought. 
Strive not to centre in thyself, fond mother, all his love ; 
Nay, do not thou so selfishly, but enlarge his heart for others ; 
Use him to sympathy betimes, that he learn to be sad with the afflicted ; 
And check not a child in his merriment, — should not his morning be sunny ? 
Give him not all his desire, so shalt thou strengthen him in hope ; 
Neither stop with indulgence the fountain of his tears, so shall he fear thy 

firmness. 
Above all things graft on him subjection, yea, in the veriest trifle ; 
Courtesy to all, reverence to some, and to thee unanswering obedience. 

Read thou first, and well approve, the books thou givest to thy child ; 
But remember the weakness of his thought, and that wisdom for him must 

be diluted : 
In the honied waters of infant tales, let him taste the strong wine of truth : 
Pathetic stories soften the heart; but legends of terror breed midnight 

misery ; 
Fairy fictions cram the mind with folly, and knowledge of evil tempteth to 

like evil : 
Be not loath to curb imagination, nor be fearful that truths will depress it; 
And for evil, he will learn it soon enough ; be not thou the devil's envoy. 
Induce not precocity of intellect, for so shouldst thou nourish vanity ; 
Neither can a plant, forced in the hot-bed, stand against the frozen breath 

of winter. 



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The mind is made wealthy by ideas, but the multitude of words is a 

clogging weight : 
Therefore be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to the measure of 

capacity. 
Analogy is milk for babes, but abstract truths are strong meat ; 
Precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy illustration winneth 

him : 
In vain shalt thou preach of industry and prudence, till he learn of the bee 

and the ant ; 
Dimly will he think of his soul, till the acorn and the chrysalis have taught 

him ; 
He will fear God in thunder, and worship His loveliness in flowers ; 
And parables shall charm his heart, while. doctrines seem dead mystery : 
Faith shall he learn of the husbandman casting good corn into the 

soil ; 
And if thou train him to trust thee, he will not withhold his reliance from 

the Lord. 
Fearest thou the dark, poor child ? I would not have thee left to thy 

terrors ; 
Darkness is the semblance of evil, and nature regardeth it with dread : 
Yet know thy father's God is with thee still, to guard thee : 
It is a simple lesson of dependence ; let thy tost mind anchor upon 

Him. 
Did a sudden noise affright thee ? lo, this or that hath caused it : 
Things undefined are full of dread, and stagger stouter nerves. 
The seeds of misery and madness have been sowed in the nights of 

infancy ; 
Therefore be careful that ghastly fears be not the night companions of thy 

child. 



[70 OF EDUCATION. 



Lo, thou art a land-mark on a hill ; thy little ones copy thee in all things : 
Let, then, thy religion be perfect : so shalt thou be honoured in thy 

house. 
Be instructed in all wisdom, and communicate that thou knowest, 
Otherwise thy learning is hidden, and thus thou seemest unwise. 
A sluggard hath no respect ; an epicure commandeth not reverence ; 
Meanness is always despicable, and folly provoketh contempt. 
Those parents are best honoured whose characters best deserve it ; 
Show me a child undutiful, I shall know v/here to look for a foolish 

father : 
Never hath a father done his duty, and lived to be despised of his son : 
But how can that son reverence an example he dare not follow ? 
Should he imitate thee in thine evil ? his scorn is thy rebuke. 
Nay, but bring him up aright, in obedience to God and to thee ; 
Begin betimes, lest thou fail of his fear ; and with judgment, that thou lose 

not his love : 
Herein use good discretion, and govern not all alike, 

Yet, perhaps, the fault will be in thee, if kindness prove not all-sufficient : 
By kindness, the wolf and the zebra become docile as the spaniel and the 

horse ; 
The kite feedeth with the starling, under the law of kindness : 
That law shall tame the fiercest, bring down the battlements of pride, 
Cherish the weak, control the strong, and win the fearful spirit. 
Be obeyed when thou commandest ; but command not often : 
Let thy carriage be the gentleness of love, not the stern front of tyranny. 
Make not one child a warning to another ; but chide the offender apart : 
For self-conceit and wounded pride rankle like poisons in the soul. 
A mild rebuke in the season of calmness, is better than a rod in the heat 

of passion ; 



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Nevertheless, spare not, if thy word hath passed for punishment ; 
Let not thy child see thee humbled, nor learn to think thee false ; 
Suffer none to reprove thee before him, and reprove not thine own purposes 

by change ; 
Yet speedily turn thou again, and reward him where thou canst, 
For kind encouragement in good cutteth at the roots of evil. 

Drive not a timid infant from his home, in the early spring-time of his 

life, 
Commit not that treasure to an hireling, nor wrench the young heart's 

fibres : 
In his helplessness leave him not alone, a stranger among strange children, 
Where affection longeth for thy love, counting the dreary hours ; 
Where religion is made a terror, and innocence weepeth unheard ; 
Where oppression grindeth without remedy, and cruelty delighteth in 

smiting. 
Wherefore comply with an evil fashion ? Is it not to spare thee trouble ? 
Can he gather no knowledge at thy mouth ? Wilt thou yield thine honour 

to another ? 
What can he gain in learning, to equal what he loseth in innocence ? 
Alas ! for the price above gold, by which such learning cometh ! 
For emulative pride and envy are the specious idols of the diligent, 
Oaths and foul-mouthed sin burn in the language of the idle : 
Bolder in that mimic world of boys stareth brazen-fronted vice, 
Than thereafter in the haunts of men, where society doth shame her into 

corners. 
My soul, look well around thee, ere thou give thy timid infant unto 

sorrows. 
There be many that say, We were happiest in days long past, 



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When our deepest care was an ill-conned book, 

And when we sported in that merry sunshine of our life, 

Sadness a stranger to the heart, and cheerfulness its gay inhabitant. 

True, ye are now less pure, and therefore are more wretched : 

But have ye quite forgotten how sorely ye travailed at your tasks, 

How childish griefs and disappointments bowed down the childish mind ? 

How sorrow sat upon your pillow, and terror hath waked you up betimes, 

Dreading the strict hand of justice, that would not wait for a reason, 

Or the whims of petty tyrants, children like yourselves, 

Or the pestilent extract of evil poured into the ear of innocence ? 

Behold the coral island, fresh from the floor of the Atlantic, 

It is dinted by every ripple, and a soft wave can smooth its surface ; 

But soon its substance hardeneth in the winds and tropic sun, 

And weakly the foaming billows break against its adamantine wall : 

Even thus, though sin and care dash upon the firmness of manhood, 

The timid child is wasted most by his petty troubles ; 

And seldom, when life is mature, and the strength proportioned to the 

burden, 
Will the feeling mind, that can remember, acknowledge to deeper 

anguish, 
Than when, as a stranger and a little one, the heart first ached with 

anxiety, 
And the sprouting buds of sensibility were bruised by the harshness of a 

school. 
My soul, look well around thee, ere thou give thine infant unto sorrows. 
Yet there be boisterous tempers, stout nerves, and stubborn hearts, 
And there is a riper season, when the mind is well disciplined in good, 
And a time, when youth may be bettered by the wholesome occasions of 

knowledge, 



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Which rarely will he meet with so well, as among the congregation of his 

fellows. 
Only for infancy, fond mother, rend not those first affections ; 
Only for the sensitive and timorous, consign not thy darling unto misery. 

A man looketh on his little one, as a being of better hope ; 

In himself ambition is dead, but it hath a resurrection in his son : 

That vein is yet untried, — and who can tell if it be not golden ? 

While his, well nigh worked out, never yielded aught but lead : 

And thus is he hurt more sorely, if his wishes are defeated there, 

He has staked his all upon a throw, and lo ! the dice have foiled him. 

All ways, and at all times, men follow on in flocks, 

And the rife epidemic of the day shall tincture the stream of education. 

Fashion is a foolish watcher posted at the tree of knowledge, 

Who plucketh its unripe fruit to pelt away the birds : 

But, for its golden apples, — they dry upon the boughs, 

And few have the courage or the wisdom to eat in spite of fashion. 

One while, the fever is to learn, what none will be wiser for knowing, 

Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions for their use are 

small ; 
And the bright morning of life, for years of misspent time, 
Wasted in following sounds, hath tracked up little sense, 
Till at noon a man is thrown upon the world, with a mind expert in 

trifles, 
Having yet everything to learn that can make him good or useful : 
The curious spirit of youth is crammed with unwholesome garbage, 
While starving for the mother's milk the breasts of nature yield ; 
And high-coloured fables of depravity lure with their classic varnish, 
While truth is holding out in vain her mirror much despised. 



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Of olden time, the fashion was for arms, to make an accomplished slayer, 

And set gregarious man a-tilting with his fellows ; 

Thereafter, occult sciences, and mystic arts, and symbols, 

How to exorcise a wizard, and how to lay a ghost ; 

Anon, all for gallantry and presence, the minuet, the palfrey, and the foil, 

And the grand aim of education was to produce a coxcomb ; 

Soon came scholastical dispute with hydra-headed argument, 

And the true philosophy of mind confounded in a labyrinth of words ; 

Then the Pantheon, and its orgies, initiating docile childhood, 

While diligent youth strove hard to render his all unto Caesar ; 

And now is seen the passion for utility, when all things are accounted by 

their price, 
And the wisdom of the wise is busied in hatching golden eggs : 
Perchance, not many moons to come, and all will again be for abstrusity, 
Unravelling the figured veil that hideth Egypt's gods ; 
Or in those strange Avatars seeking benignant Vishnu, 
Kali, and Kamala the fair, and much invoked Ganesa. 

The mines of knowledge are oft laid bare through the forked hazle wand 

of chance, 
And in a mountain of quartz we find a grain of gold. 
Of a truth, it were well to know all things, and to learn them all at 

once, 
And what, though mortal insufficiency attain to small knowledge of 

any ? 
Man loveth exclusions, delighting in the sterile trodden path, 
While the broad green meadow is jewelled with wild flowers : 
And whether is it better with the many to follow a beaten track, 
Or by eccentric wanderings to cull unheeded sweets ? 



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When his reason yieldeth fruit, make thy child thy friend ; 

For a filial friend is a double gain, a diamond set in gold. 

As an infant, thy mandate was enough, but now let him see thy 

reasons ; 
Confide in him, but with discretion : and bend a willing ear to his 

questions. 
More to thee than to all beside, let him owe good counsel and good 

guidance ; 
Let him feel his pursuits have an interest, more to thee than to all 

beside. 
Watch his native capacities ; nourish that which suiteth him the 

readiest ; 
And cultivate early those good inclinations wherein thou fearest he is most 

lacking : 
Is he phlegmatic and desponding ? let small successes comfort his hope : 
Is he obstinate and sanguine ? let petty crosses accustom him to life : 
Showeth he a sordid spirit ? be quick, and teach him generosity : 
Inclineth he to liberal excess ? prove to him how hard it is to earn. 
Gather to thy hearth such friends as are worthy of honour and attention ; 
For the company a man chooseth is a visible index of his heart : 
But let not the pastor whom thou hearest be too much a familiar in thy 

house, 
For thy children may see his infirmities, and learn to cavil at his 

teaching. 
It is well to take hold on occasions, and render indirect instruction ; 
It is better to teach upon a system, and reap the wisdom of books : 
The history of nations yieldeth grand outlines : of persons, minute 

details : 
Poetry is polish to the mind, and high abstractions cleanse it. 



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Consider the station of thy son, and breed him to his fortune with 

judgment : 
The rich may profit in much which would bring small advantage to the 

poor. 
But with all thy care for thy son, with all thy strivings for his welfare, 
Expect disappointment, and look for pain : for he is of an evil stock, and 

will grieve thee. 




OF TOLERANCE. 





WISE man in a crowded street winneth his 

way with gentleness, 
Nor rudely pusheth aside the stranger that 

standeth in his path ; 
He knoweth that blind hurry will but hinder, 

stirring up contention against him, 
Yet holdeth he steadily right on, with his face 

to the scope of his pursuit : 
Even so, in the congress of opinions, the 

bustling highway of intelligence, 
Each man should ask of his neighbour, and 

yield to him again, concession. 
Terms ill-defined, and forms misunderstood, and 
f t\ customs, where their reasons are unknown, 

/^§|t; Have stirred up many zealous souls to fight 
against imaginary giants : 
But wisdom will hear the matter out, and often, by keenness of perception, 
Will find in strange disguise the precious truth he seeketh ; 
So he leaveth unto prejudice or taste the garb and the manner of her 

presence, 
Content to see so nigh the mistress of his love. 
There is no similitude in nature that owneth not also to a difference, 



178 OF TOLERANCE. 



Yea, no two berries are alike, though twins upon one stem ; 

No drop in the ocean, no pebble on the beach, no leaf in the forest, hath 

its counterpart, 
No mind in its dwelling of mortality, no spirit in the world unseen : 
And therefore, since capacity and essence differ alike with accident, 
None but a bigot partizan will hope for impossible unity. 
Wilt thou ensue peace, nor buffet with the waters of contention, 
Wilt thou be counted wise and gain the love of men, 
Let unobtruded error escape the frown of censure, 
Nor lift the glass of truth alway before thy fellows : 
I say not, compromise the right, I would not have thee countenance the 

wrong, 
But hear with charitable heart the reasons of an honest judgment ; 
For thou also hast erred, and knowest not when thou art most right, 
Nor whether to-morrow's wisdom may not prove thee simple to-day : 
Perchance thou art chiding in another what once thou wast thyself; 
Perchance thou sharply reprovest what thou wilt be hereafter. 
A man that can render a reason, is a man worthy of an answer ; 
But he that argueth for victory, deserveth not the tenderness of Truth. 

Whiles a man liveth he may mend : count not thy brother reprobate ; 
When he is dead his chance is gone : remember not his faults in 

bitterness. 
A man, till he dieth, is immortal in thy sight ; and then he is as nothing : 
Make not the living thy foe, nor take weak vengeance of the dead. 
For life is as a game of chess, where least causeth greatest, 
And an ill move bringeth loss, and a pawn may ensure victory. 
Dost thou suspect ? seek out certainty : for now, by self-inflicted pain, 
Or ill-directed wrath, thou wrongest thyself or thy neighbour : 



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'79 



Suspicion is an early lesson, taught in the school of experience, 

Neither shalt thou easily unlearn it, though charity ply thee with her 

preaching ; 
Yet look thou well for reasons, or ever mistrust hath marred thee, 
Or fear curdled thy blood, or jealousy goaded thee to madness ; 
For a look, or a word, or an act, may be taken well or ill 
As construed by the latitude of love, or the closeness of cold suspicion. 

Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood : 
And a prudent man will not lay siege to the stronghold of ignorant 

bigotry. 
To unsettle a weak mind were an easy inglorious triumph, 
And a strong cause taketh little count of the worthless suffrage of a 

fool: 
Lightly he held to the wrong, loosely will he cling to the right ; 
Weakness is the essence of his mind, and the reed cannot yield an acorn. 
Dogged obstinacy is oftentimes the buttress that proppeth an unstable 

spirit, 
But a candid man blusheth not to own, he is wiser to-day than yesterday. 
A man of a little wisdom is a sage among fools ; 
But himself is chief among the fools, if he look for admiration from 

them. 
A heresy is an evil thing, for its shame is its pride : 
Its necessary difference of error is the character it most esteemeth : 
Give a man all things short of liberty, thou shalt have no thanks, 
And little wilt thou speed with thine opponent, by proving points he will 

concede. 
The tost sand darkeneth the waves ; and clear had been the pages of 

truth. 



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Had not the glosses of men obscured the simplicity of faith. 

In all things consider thine own ignorance, and gladly take occasion to be 

taught ; 
But suffer not excess of liberality to neutralize thy mental independence. 

The faults and follies of most men make their deaths a gain : 

But thou also art a man, full of faults and follies : 

Therefore sorrow for the dead, or none shall weep for thee, 

For the measure of charity thou dealest, shall be poured into thine own 

bosom. 
That which vexeth thee now, provoking thee to hate thy brother, 
Bear with it ; the annoyance passeth, and may not return for ever : 
The same combinations and results which aggravate thy soul to-day, 
May not meet again for centuries in the kaleidoscope of circumstance ; 
For men and matters change, new elements mixing in continually, 
And, as with chemical magic, the sour is transmuted into sweetness : 
A little explained, a little endured, a little passed over as a foible, 
And lo, the jagged atoms fit like smooth mosaic. 
Thou canst not shape another's mind to suit thine own body, 
Think not, then, to be furnishing his brain with thy special notions. 
Charity walketh with a high step, and stumbleth not at a trifle : 
Charity hath keen eyes, but the lashes half conceal them : 
Charity is praised of all, and fear not thou that praise, 
God will not love thee less, because men love thee more. 




I SAID, I will seek out Sorrow, and minister the balm of pity ; 

So I sought her in the house of mourning; but peace followed in her train. 



jR2 OF SORROW. 



Then I marked her brooding silently in the gloomy cavern of Regret ; 
But a sunbeam of heavenly hope gleamed on her folded wing. 
So I turned to the cabin of the poor, where famine dwelt with disease : 
But the bed of the sick was smoothed, and the ploughman whistled at his 

labour. 
So I stopt, and mused within myself, to remember where Sorrow dwelt, 
For I sought to see her alone, uncomforted, uncompanioned. 
I went to the prison, but penitence was there, and promise of better 

times ; 
I listened at the madman's cell, but it echoed with deluded laughter. 
Then I turned me to the rich and noble ; I noted the sons of fashion : 
A smile was on the languid cheek, that had no commerce with the 

heart ; 
Unhallowed thoughts, like fires, gleamed from the window of the eye ; 
And sorrow lived with those whose pleasures add unto their sins. 

His infancy wanted not guilt ; his life was continued evil : 

He drew in pride with his mother's milk, and a father's lips taught him 

cursing. 
I marked him as the wayward boy ; I traced the dissolute youth : 
I saw him betray the innocent, and sacrifice affection to his lust ; 
I saw him the companion of knaves, and a squanderer of ill-got gain ; 
I heard him curse his own misery, while he hugged the chains that galled 

him : 
For well had experience declared the bitterness of guilty pleasure, 
But habit, with its iron net, involved him in its folds. 
Behind him lowered the thunder-storm, which the caldron of his wickedness 

had brewed ; 
Before him was the smooth steep cliff, whose base is ruin and despair. 



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So he rushed madly on, and tried to forget his being : 

The noisy revel and the low debauch, and fierce excitement of play, 

With dreary interchange of palling pleasures, filled the dull round of 

existence : 
Memory was to him as a foe, so he flew for false solace to the wine-cup, 
And stunned his enemy at even ; but she rent him as a giant in the 



I turned aside to weep ; I lost him a little while : 

I looked, and years had past ; he was hoar with the winter of his age. 

And what was now his hope ? where was the balm for his sadness ? 

The memory of the past was guilt : the feeling of the present, 

remorse. 
Then he set his affections on gold, he worshipped the shrine of 

Mammon, 
And to lay richer gifts before his idol, he starved his own bowels ; 
So, the youth spent in profligacy ended in the gripings of want : 
The miser grudged himself husks to take deeper vengeance of the 

prodigal. 
A^id I said, this is Sorrow, but pity cannot reach it ; 
This is to be wretched indeed, to be guilty without repentance. 




MY soul was sickened within me, so I sought the dwelling place of Joy : 

And I met it not in laughter ; I found it not in wealth or power ; 

But I saw it in the pleasant home, where religion smiled upon content, 

And the satisfied ambition of the heart rejoiced in the favour of its God. 

Behold the happy man, his face is rayed with pleasure, 

His thoughts are of calm delight, and none can know his blessedness. 

I have watched him from his infancy, and seen him in the grasp of death, 

Yet, never have I noted on his brow the cloud of desponding sorrow. 

He hath knelt beside his cradle ; his mother's hymn lulled him to sleep : 



OF JOY. ,g 5 

In childhood he hath loved holiness, and drank from that fountain-head of 

peace. 
Wisdom took him for her scholar, guiding his steps in purity : 
He lived unpolluted by the world ; and his young heart hated sin. 
But he owned not the spurious religion engendered of faction and 

moroseness, 
Neither were the sproutings of his soul seared by the brand of superstition. 
His love is pure and single, sincere, and knoweth not change ; 
For his manhood hath been blest with the pleasant choice of his youth : 
Behold his one beloved, she leaneth on his arm, 

And he looketh on the years that are past, to review the dawn of her affection. 
Memory is sweet unto him, as a perfect landscape to the sight ; 
Each object is lovely in itself, but the whole is the harmony of nature. 
Behold his little ones around him, they bask in the warmth of his smile ; 
And infant innocence and joy lighten their happy faces ; 
He is holy, and they honour him : he is loving, and they love him : 
He is consistent, and they esteem him : he is firm, and they fear him. 
His friends are the excellent among men ; and the bands of their friendship 

are strong : 
His house is the palace of peace : for the Prince of Peace is there. 
As the wearied man to his couch, as the thoughtful man to his musings, 
Even so, from the bustle of life, he goeth to his well-ordered home. 
And though he often sin, he returneth with weeping eyes : 
For he feeleth the mercies of forgiveness, and gloweth with warmer 

gratitude. 

Thus did he walk in happiness, and sorrow was a stranger to his soul ; 
The light of affection sunned his heart, the tear of the grateful bedewed 
his feet, 



186 OF JOY. 

He put his hand with constancy to good, and angels knew him as a brother, 

And the busy satellites of evil trembled as at God's ally : 

He used his wealth as a wise steward, making him friends for futurity : 

He bent his learning to religion, and religion was with him at the last : 

For I saw him after many days, when the time of his release was come, 

And I longed for a congregated world, to behold that dying saint. 

As the aloe is green and well-liking, till the last best summer of its age, 

And then hangeth out its golden bells, to mingle glory with corruption ; 

As a meteor travelleth in splendour, but bursteth in dazzling light ; 

Such was the end of the righteous : his death was the sun at its setting. 

Look on this picture of joy, and remember that portrait of sorrow : 

Behold the beauty of holiness, behold the deformity of sin ! 

How long, ye sons of men, will ye scorn the words of wisdom ? 

How long will ye hunt for happiness in the caverns that breed despair ? 

Will ye comfort yourselves in misery, by denying the existence of delight, 

And from experience in woe, will ye reason that none are happy ? 

Joy is not in your path, for it loveth not that bleak broad road, 

But its flowers are hung upon the hedges that line a narrower way ; 

And there the faint travellers of earth may wander and gather for 

themselves, 
To soothe their wounded hearts with balm from the amaranths of heaven. 



em aoza. 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



PART II. 




/£ n Leave awhile the hot and dusty 

road, to loiter in the greenwood , s 

of Reflection. 
Come unto my cool dim grotto, that 

is watered by the rivulet of truth, 
And over whose time-stained rock 

climb the fairy flowers of con- P\ 

Here, upon this mossy bank of leisure ^ 
fling thy load of cares, \ / 

Taste my simple store, and rest one 
soothing hour. 



90 INTRODUCTORY. 



Behold, I would count thee for a brother, and commune with thy 

charitable soul ; 
Though wrapt within the mantle of a prophet, I stand mine own weak 

scholar. 
Heed no disciple for a teacher, if knowledge be not found upon his tongue ; 
For vanity and folly were the lessons these lips untaught could give : 
The precious staple of my merchandise cometh from a better country, 
The harvest of my reaping sprang of foreign seed : 
And this poor pensioner of Mercy — should he boast of merit ? 
The grafted stock, — should that be proud of apples not its own ? 
Into the bubbling brook I dip my hermit shell ; 
Man receiveth as a cup, but Wisdom is the river. 

Moreover, for this flllagree of fancy, this Oriental garnish of similitude, 

Alas, the world is old, — and all things old within it : 

I walk a trodden path, I love the good old ways ; 

Prophets, and priests, and kings have tuned the harp I faintly touch. 

Truth, in a garment of the past, is my choice and simple theme ; 

No truth is new to-day : and the mantle was another's. 

Still, there is an insect swarm, the buzzing cloud of imagery, 
Mote-like steaming on my sight, and thronging my reluctant mind ; 
The memories of studious culling, and multiplied analogies of nature, 
Fresh feelings unrepressed, welling from the heart spontaneous, 
Facts, and comparisons, and meditative atoms, gathered on the heap of 

combination, 
Mingle in the fashion of my speech with gossamer dreams of Reverie. 
I need not beat the underwood for game ; my pheasants flock upon the 

lawn. 



INTRODUCTORY. 



And gamboling hares disport fearless in my dewy field ; 

I roam no heath-empurpled hills, wearily watching for a covey, 

But thoughts fly swift to my decoy, eager to be caught ; 

I sit no quiet angler, lingering patiently for sport, 

But spread my nets for a draught, and take the glittering shoal ; 

I chase no solitary stag, tracking it with breathless toil, 

But hunt with Aurung-zebe, and spear surrounded thousands. 

What then, — count ye this a boast ? — sweet charity, think it other, 

For the dog-fish and poisonous ray are captured in the mullet-haul : 

The crane and the kite are of my thoughts, alike with the partridge and 

the quail, 
And unclean meats as of the clean hang upon my Seric shambles. 
— How saith he ? shall a man deceive, dressing up his jackal as a lion ? 
Or colour in staid hues of fact the changing vest of falsehood ? — 
Brother, unwittingly he may ; doubtless, unwillingly he doth : 
For men are full of fault, and how should he be righteous ? 
Carefully my garden hath been weeded, yet shall it be foul with thistle ; 
My grapery is diligently thinned, and yet many berries will be sour : 
From my nets have I flung the bad away, to my small skill and caution ; 
Yet may some slimy snake have counted for an eel. 
The rudder of Man's best hope cannot always steer himself from error ; 
The arrow of Man's straightest aim flieth short of truth. 
Thus, the confession of sincerity visit not as if it were presumption : 
Nor own me for a leader, where thy reason is not guide. 



OF CHEERFULNESS. 




AKE courage, prisoner of time, for there be 

many comforts, 
Cease thy labour in the pit, and bask awhile 

with truants in the sun ; 
Be cheerful, man of care, for great is the multi- 
tude of chances, 
Burst thy fetters of anxiety, and walk among 

the citizens of ease : 
Wherefore dost thou doubt ? if present good is 

round thee, 
It may be well to look for change, but to trust 

in a continuance is better ; 
Whilst, at the crisis of adversity, to hope for 

some amends were wisdom, 
And cheerfully to bear thy cross in patient 

strength is duty. 
I speak of common troubles, and the petty 

plagues of life, 
The phantom-spies of Unbelief, that lurk about 

his outposts : 
Sharp suspicion, dull distrust, and sullen stern 

moroseness 
Are captains in that locust swarm to lead the cloudy host. 



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193 



Thou hast need of fortitude and faith, for the adversaries come on thickly, 
And he that fled hath added wings to his pursuing foes ; 
Fight them, and the cravens flee ; thy boldness is their panic ; 
Fear them, and thy treacherous heart hath lent the ranks a legion : 
Among their shouts of victory resoundeth the wail of Heraclitus, 
While Democrite, confident and cheerful, hath plucked up the standard of 
their camp. 

Not few nor light are the burdens of life ; then load it not with heaviness 

of spirit ; 
Sicknesses, and penury, and travail, — there be real ills enow : 
We are wandering benighted, with a waning moon ; plunge not rashly into 

jungles, 
Where cold and poisonous damps will quench the torch of hope : 
The tide is strong against us j good oarsmen, pull or perish, — 
If your arms be slack for fear, ye shall not stem the torrent. 
A wise traveller goeth on cheerily, through fair weather or foul ; 
He knoweth that his journey must be sped, so he carrieth his sunshine with 

him. 
Calamities come not as a curse, — nor prosperity for other than a trial ; 
Struggle, — thou art better for the strife, and the very energy shall hearten 

thee. 
Good is taught in a Spartan school, — hard lessons and a rough discipline ; 
But evil cometh idly of itself, in the luxury of Capuan holidays : 
And Wisdom will go bravely forth to meet the chastening scourge, 
Enduring with a thankful heart that punishment of Love. 

There be three chief rivers of despondency : sin, sorrow, fear ; 
Sin is the deepest, sorrow hath its shallows, and fear is a noisy rapid : 



194 OF CHEERFULNESS. 



But even to the darkest holes in guilt's profoundest river 
Hope can pierce with quickening ray, and all those depths are lightened. 
So long as there is mercy in a God, hope is the privilege of creatures, 
And so soon as there is penitence in creatures, that hope is exalted into 

duty. 
Verily, consider this for courage ; that the fearful and the unbelieving 
Are classed with idolators and liars, because they trusted not in God : 
For it is none other than selfish sin, a hard and proud ingratitude, 
Where seeming repentance is herald of despair, instead of hope's fore- 
runner. 

Moreover, in thy day of grief, — for friends, or fame, or fortune, 
Well I wot the heart shall ache, and mind be numbed in torpor ; 
Let nature weep ; leave her alone ; the freshet of her sorrow must run 

off; 
And sooner will the lake be clear, relieved of turbid floodings. 
Yet see that her license hath a limit; with the novelty her agony is over ; 
Hasten in that earliest calm, to tie her in the leash with Reason. 
For regrets are an enervating folly, and the season for energy is come, 
Yea rather, that the future may repair with diligence the ruins of the 

past. 

Again, for empty fears, the harassings of possible calamity ; 
Pray, and thou shalt prosper ; trust in God, and tread them down. 
Yield to the phantasy, — thou sinnest ; resist it, He will aid thee : 
Out of Him there is no help, nor any sober courage. 
Feeble is the comfort of the faithless, a man without a God ; 
Who dare counsel such an one to fling away his fears ? 
Fear is the heritage of him, a portion wise and merciful, 



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95 



To drive the trembler into safety, if haply he may turn and flee : 

Nevertheless, let him reckon an he will, that all he counteth casual 

May as well be for him as against him ; dice have many sides : 

And, even as in ailments of the body, diseases follow closely upon dreads, 

So, with infirmities of mind, is fear the pallid harbinger of failure. 

It were wise to walk undaunted even in an accidental chaos, 

For the brave man is at peace, and free to get the mastery of circumstance. 

The stoutest armour of defence is that which is worn within the bosom, 

And the weapon that no enemy can parry, is a bold and cheerful spirit ; 

Catapults in old war worked like Titans, crushing foes with rocks ; 

So doth a strong-springed heart throw back every load on its assailants. 

I went heavily for cares, and fell into the trance of sorrow ; 
And behold, a vision in my trance, and my ministering angel brought it. 
There stood a mountain huge and steep, the awful Rock of Ages ; 
The sun upon its summit, and storms midway, and deep ravines at foot. 
And, as I looked, a dense black cloud, suddenly dropping from the 

thunder, 
Filled, like a cataract with yeasty foam, a narrow smiling valley : 
Close and hard that vaporous mass seemed to press the ground, 
And lamentable sounds came up, as of some that were smothering 

beneath. 
Then, as I walked upon the mountain, clear in summer's noon, 
For charity I called aloud, Ho ! climb up hither to the sunshine. 
And even like a stream of light my voice had pierced the mist ; 
I saw below two families of men, and knew their names of old : 
Courage, struggling through the darkness, stout of heart and gladsome, 
Ran up the shining ladder which the voice of Hope had made ; 
And tripping lightly by his side, a sweet-eyed helpmate with him, 



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I looked upon her face to welcome pleasant Cheerfulness ; 

And a babe was cradled in her bosom, a laughing little prattler, 

The child of Cheerfulness and Courage, — could his name be other than 

Success ? 
So, from his happy wife, when they both stood beside me on the mountain, 
The fond father took that babe, and set him on his shoulder in the sunshine. 

Again I peered into the valley, for I heard a gasping moan, 

A desolate weak cry, as muffled in the vapours. 

So down that crystal shaft into the poisonous mine 

I sped for charity to seek and save, — and those I sought fled from me. 

At length, I spied, far distant, a trembling withered dwarf 

Who crouched beneath the cloak of a tall and spectral mourner : 

Then I knew Cowardice and Gloom, and followed them on in darkness, 

Guided by their rustling robes and moans and muffled cries, 

Until in a suffocating pit the wretched pair had perished, — 

And lo, their whitening bones were shaping out an epitaph of Failure. 

So I saw that despondency was death, and flung my burdens from me, 
And, lightened by that effort, I was raised above the world ; 
Yea, in the strangeness of my vision, I seemed to soar on wings, 
And the names they called my wings were Cheerfulness and Wisdom. 






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SPEAK, poor almsman of to-day, whom none can assure of a to-morrow, 

Tell out, with honest heart, the price thou settest upon yesterday. 

Is it then a writing in the dust, traced by the finger of idleness, 

Which Industry, clean housewife, can wipe away for ever ? 

Is it as a furrow on the sand, fashioned by the toying waves, 

Quickly to be trampled then again by the feet of the returning tide ? 

Is it as the pale blue smoke, rising from a peasant's hovel, 

That melted into limpid air, before it topped the larches ? 

Is it but a vision, unstable and unreal, which wise men soon forget ? 

Is it as the stranger of a night, — gone, we heed not whither ? 

Alas ! thou foolish heart, whose thoughts are but as these, 

Alas ! deluded soul, that hopeth thus of Yesterday. 

For, behold, — those temples of Ellora, the Brahmin's rock-built shrine, 

Behold — yon granite cliff, which the North Sea buffeteth in vain, — 

That stout old forest fir, — these waking verities of life, 

This guest abiding ever, not strange, nor a servant, but a son, — 

Such, O man, are vanity and dreams, transient as a rainbow on the cloud, 

Weighed against that solid fact, thine ill-remembered Yesterday. 

Come, let me show thee an ensample, where Nature shall instruct us •, 
Luxuriantly the arguments for truth spring native in her gardens. 



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Eagerly the village school-boys cluster on the tightened rope, 
Shouting, and bending to the pull, or lifted from the ground elastic ; 
The huge tree boweth like Sisera, boweth to its foes with faintness, — 
Its sinews crack, — deep groans declare the reeling anguish of Goliath, 
The wedge is driven home, — and the saw is at its heart, — and lo, with 

solemn slowness, 
The shuddering monarch riseth from his throne, — toppled with a crash, — 

and is fallen ! 

Now, shall the mangled stump teach proud man a lesson : 

Now, can we from that elm-tree's sap distil the wine of Truth. 

Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from the core, 

Eddying in various waves to the red bark's shore-like rim ? 

These be the gatherings of yesterdays, present all to-day, 

This is the tree's judgment, self-history that cannot be gainsaid : 

Seven years agone there was a drought, — and the seventh ring is narrowed; 

The fifth from hence was half a deluge, — the fifth is cellular and broad. 

Thus, Man, thou art a result, the growth of many yesterdays, 

That stamp thy secret soul with marks of weal or woe : 

Thou art an almanack of self, the living record of thy deeds ; 

Spirit hath its scars as well as body, sore and aching in their season : 

Here is a knot, — it was a crime ; there is a canker, — selfishness ; 

Lo, here, the heart-wood rotten ; lo, there, perchance, the sap-wood 

sound. 
Nature teacheth not in vain ; thy works are in thee, of thee ; 
Some present evil bent hath grown of older errors : 
And what if thou be walking now uprightly ? Salve not thy wounds with 

poison, 
As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted out the sin of yesterday : 



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It is well, thou hast life and light ; and the Hewer showeth mercy, 
Dressing the root, pruning the branch, and looking for thy tardy fruits ; 
But, even here as thou standest, cheerful belike and careless, 
The stains of ancient evil are upon thee, the record of thy wrong is in 

thee : 
For, a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many yesterdays of sin, 
That, haply heeded little now, shall blast thy many morrows. 

Shall then a man reck nothing, but hurl mad defiance at his Judge, 
Knowing that less than an Omnipotent cannot make the has been, not 

been ? 
He ought, — so Satan spake ; he must, — so Atheism urgeth ; 
He may, — it was the libertine's thought ; he doth, — the bad world 

said it. 
But thou of humbler heart, thou student wiser for simplicity, 
While Nature warneth thee betimes, heed the loving counsel of 

Religion. 
True, this change is good, and penitence most precious ; 
But trust not thou thy change, nor rest upon repentance : 
For all we are corrupted at the core, smooth as surface seemeth ; 
What health can bloom in a beautiful skin, when rottenness hath fed upon 

the bones ? 
And guilt is parcel of us all ; not thou, sweet nursling of affection, 
Art spotless, though so passing fair, — nor thou, mild patriarch of 

virtue. 

Behold then the better Tree of Life, free unto us all for grafting, 
Cut thee from the hollow root of self, to be budded on a richer 
Vine. 



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Be desperate, O man, as of evil, so of good ; tear that tunic from 

thee ; 
The past can never be retrieved, be the present what it may. 
Vain is the penance and the scourge, vain the fast and vigil : 
The fencer's cautious skill to-day, can this erase his scars ? 
It is Man's to famish as a faquir, it is Man's to die a devotee, 
Light is the torture and the toil, balanced with the wages of Eternity : 
But, it is God's to yearn in love, on the humblest, the poorest, and the 

worst, 
For He giveth freely, as a king, asking only thanks for mercy. 
Look upon this noble-hearted Substitute ; seeing thy woes, He pitied 

thee, 
Bowed beneath the mountain of thy sin, and perished, — but for 

Godhead ; 
There stood the Atlas in his power, and Prometheus in his love is 

there, 
Emptying on wretched men the blessings earned from Heaven : 
Put them not away, hide them in thy heart, poor and penitent receiver, 
Be gratitude thy counseller to good, and wholesome fear unto obedience ; 
Remember, the pruning-knife is keen, cutting cankers even from the 

vine ; 
Remember, twelve were chosen, and one among them liveth — in 

perdition. 

Yea, — for standing unatoned, the soul is a bison on the prairie, 

Hunted by those trooping wolves, the many sinful yesterdays : 

And it speedeth a terrified Deucalion, flinging back the pebble in his 

flight, 
The pebble that must add one more to those pursuing ghosts. 



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O man, there is a storm behind should drive thy bark to haven ; 

The foe, the foe is on thv track, patient, certain, and avenging ; 

Day by day, solemnly, and silently, followeth the fearful past, — 

His step is lame, but sure ; for he catcheth the present in eternitv : 

And how to escape that foe, the present-past in future ? 

How to avert that fate, living consequence of causes unexistent ? — 

Boldly we must overleap his birth, and date above his memories, 

Grafted on the living Tree, that was before a yesterday : 

No refuge of a younger birth than one that saw creation 

Can hide the child of time from still condemning Yesterday. 

There, is the Sanctuary-city, mocking at the wrath of thine Avenger, 

Close at hand, with the wicket on the latch ; haste for thy life, poor 

hunted one ! 
The gladiator, Guilt, fighteth as of old, armed with net and dagger ; 
Snaring in the mesh of vesterdays, stabbing with the poignard of 

to-day : 
Fly, thy sword is broken at the hilt ; fly, thy shield is shivered ; 
Leap the barriers, and baffle him : the arena of the past is his. 
The bounds of Guilt are the cycles of Time : thou must be safe within 

Eternity ; 
The arms of God alone shall rescue thee from Yesterday. 



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OW, is the constant syllable ticking from the 

clock of time, 
Now, is the watchword of the wise, Now, is 

on the banner of the prudent. 
Cherish thy to-day and prize it well, or ever it 

be gulphed into the past, 
Husband it, for who can promise, if it shall 

have a morrow ? 
Behold, thou art, — it is enough ; that present 
care be thine ; 

Leave thou the past to thy Redeemer, entrust the future to thy Friend ; 
But for To-day, child of man, tend thou charily the minutes, 
The harvest of thy yesterday, the seed-corn of thy morrow. 



Last night died its day ; and the deeds thereof were judged : 

Thou didst lay thee down as in a shroud, in darkness and death-like 

slumber : 
But at the trumpet of this morn, waking the world to resurrection, 
Thou didst arise, like others, to live a new day's life : 
Fear, lest folly give thee cause to mourn its passing presence, 
Fear, that to-morrow's sigh be not, would God it had not dawned ! 



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For, To-day the lists are set, and thou must bear thee bravely, 

Tilting for honour, duty, life, or death without reproach : 

To-day, is the trial of thy fortitude, O dauntless Mandan chief; 

To-day, is thy watch, O sentinel ; To-day, thy reprieve, O captive : 

What more ? To-day is the golden chance wherewith to snatch fruition, — 

Be glad, grateful, temperate : there are asps among the figs. 

For the potter's clay is in thy hands, — to mould it or to mar it at thy 

will, 
Or idly to leave it in the sun, an uncouth lump to harden. 

bright presence of To-day, let me wrestle with thee, gracious angel, 

1 will not let thee go, except thou bless me ; bless me, then, To-day : 

sweet garden of To-day, let me gather of thee, precious Eden ; 

1 have stolen bitter knowledge, give me fruits of life To-day : 

true temple of To-day, let me worship in thee, glorious Zion ; 

1 find none other place nor time, than where I am To-day : 

living rescue of To-day, let me run into thee, ark of refuge : 

1 see none other hope nor chance, but standeth in To-day : 

rich banquet of To-day, let me feast upon thee, saving manna ; 

1 have none other food nor store, but daily bread To-day ! 

Behold, thou art pilot of the ship, and owner of that freighted galleon, 
Competent, with all thy weakness, to steer into safety or be lost : 
Compass and chart are in thy hand : roadstead and rocks thou knowest ; 
Thou art warned of reefs and shallows ; thou beholdest the harbour and its 

lights. 
What ? shall thy wantonness or sloth drive the gallant vessel on the 

breakers ? 
What ? shall the helmsman's hand wear upon the black lee shore ? 



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Vain is that excuse ; thou canst escape : thy mind is responsible for 

wrong : 
Vain that murmur ; thou mayst live : thy soul is debtor for the right. 
To-day, in the voyage of thy life down the dark tide of time, 
Stand boldly to thy tiller, guide thee by the pole-star, and be safe ; 
To-day, passing near the sunken rocks, the quicksands and whirlpools of 

probation, 
Leave awhile the rudder to swing round, give the wind its heading, and be 

wrecked. 

The crisis of man's destiny is Now, a still recurring danger ; 

Who can tell the trials and temptations coming with the coming hour ? 

Thou standest a target-like Sebastian, and the arrows whistle near thee ; 

Who knoweth when he may be hit ? for great is the company of archers. 

Each breath is burdened with a bidding, and every minute hath its mission ; 

For spirits, good and bad, cluster on the thickly-peopled air : 

Sin may blast thee, grace may bless thee, good or ill this hour : 

Chance, and change, and doubt, and fear, are parasites of all. 

A man's life is a tower, with a staircase of many steps, 

That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him : 

No going back ; the past is an abyss ; no stopping, for the present 

perisheth ; 
But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-day ; 
Our cares are all To-day ; our joys are all To-day ; 
And in one little word, our life, what is it, but — To-day ? 



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HERE is a floating island, forward on the 

stream of time, 
Buoyant with fermenting air, and borne along 

the rapids ; 
And on that island is a siren, singing sweetly 

as she goeth, 
Her eyes are bright with invitation, and allure- 
ment lurketh in her cheeks ; 
Many lovers, vainly pursuing, follow her 

beckoning finger, 
Many lovers seek her still, even to the cataract 

of death. 
To-morrow is that island, a vain and foolish 

heritage, 

And, laughing with seductive lips, Delusion hideth there : 
Often, the precious present is wasted in visions of the future, 
And coy To-morrow cometh not with prophecies fulfilled. 



There is a fairy skiff, plying on the sea of life, 

And charitably toiling still to save the shipwrecked crews ; 

Within, kindly patient, sitteth a gentle mariner, 

Piloting, through surf and strait, the fragile barks of men : 



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How cheering is her voice, how skilfully she guideth, 

How nobly leading onward yet, defying even death ! 

"To-morrow is that skiff, a wise and welcome rescue, 

And, full of gladdening words and looks, that mariner is Hope : 

Often, the painful present is comforted by flattering the future, 

And kind To-morrow beareth half the burdens of To-day. 

To-morrow, whispereth weakness : and To-morrow findeth him the 

weaker ; 
To-morrow, promiseth conscience; and behold, no To-day for a fulfilment. 
O name of happy omen unto youth, O bitter word of terror to the dotard, 
Goal of folly's lazy wish, and sorrow's ever-coming friend ; 
Fraud's loophole, — caution's hint, — and trap to catch the honest, — 
Thou wealth to many poor, disgrace to many noble, 
Thou hope and fear, thou weal and woe, thou remedy, thou ruin, 
How thickly swarms of thought are clustering round To-morrow ! 
The hive of memory increaseth, to every day its cell ; 
There is the labour stored, the honey or corruption ; 
Each morn the bees fly forth, to fill the growing comb, 
And levy golden tribute of the uncomplaining flowers : 
To-morrow is their care ; they toil for rest to-morrow ; 
But man deferreth duty's task, and loveth ease to-day. 

To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth; 
To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance ; 
To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous trust of mariners ; 
To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. 
Reconcile convictions with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie ; 
P righten resolutions into action, To-morrow is a wholesome truth : 



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I must, for I fear To-morrow ; this is the Cassava's food ; 

Why should I ? let me trust To-morrow, — this is the Cassava's poison. 

Lo, it is the even of To-day, — a day so lately a To-morrow ; 
Where are those high resolves, those hopes of yesternight ? 

faint fond heart, still shall thy whisper be, To-morrow, 

And must the growing avalanche of sin roll down that easy slope ? 

Alas, it is ponderous, and moving on in might, that a Sisyphus may not 

stop it ; 
But haste thee with the lever of a prayer, and stem its strength To-day : 
For its race may speedily be run, and this poor hut, thyself, 
Be whelmed in death and suffocating guilt, that dreary Alpine snow-wreath. 

Pensioner of life, be wise, and heed a brother's counsel; 

1 also am a beadsman, with scrip and staff as thou : 
Wouldest thou be bold against the past, and all its evil memories, 
Wouldest thou be safe amid the present, its dangers and temptations, 
Wouldest thou be hopeful of the future, vague though it be and endless ? 
Haste thee, repent, believe, obey ! thou standest in the courage of a legion. 
Commend the Past to God, with all its irrevocable harm, 

Humbly, but in cheerful trust, and banish vain regrets ; 
Come to Him, continually come, casting all the Present at His feet, 
Boldly, but in prayerful love, and fling off selfish cares ; 
Commit the Future to His will, the viewless fated future ; 
Zealously go forward with integrity, and God will bless thy faith. 
For that, feeble as thou art, there is with thee a mighty Conqueror, 
Thy Friend, the same for ever, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow ; 
That Friend, changeless as eternity, Himself shall make thee friends 
Of those thy foes transformed, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow. 

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OF AUTHORSHIP. 




REAT is the dignity of Authorship : I magnify 

mine office ; 
Albeit in much feebleness I hold it thus un- 
worthily. 
For it is to be one of a noble band, the welfare 

of the world, 
Whose haunt is on the lips of men, whose 

dwelling in their hearts, 
Who are precious in the retrospect of Memory, 

and walk among the visions of Hope, 
Who commune with the good for everlasting, 

and call the wisest, brother, 
Whose voice hath burst the Silence, and whose 

light is flung upon the Darkness, 
— Flashing jewels on a robe of black, and har- 
mony bounding out of chaos, — 
Who gladden empires with their wisdom, and bless to the farthest 

generation, 
Doers of illimitable good, gainers of inestimable glory ! — 
We speak but of the Magnates, we heed none humbler than the 
highest, 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 



We take no count of sorry scribes, nor waste one thought upon the 

groundlings ; 
Our eyes are lifted from the multitude, groping in the dark with candles, 
To gaze upon that firmament of praise, the constellated lamps of 

learning. 
Ever-during witnesses of Mind, undisputed evidence of Power, 
Goodly volumes, living stones, build up their author's temple ; 
Though of low estate, his rank is above princes, — though needy, he hath- 

worship of the rich, 
When Genius unfurleth on the winds his banner as a mighty leader. 
Just in purpose, and self-possessed in soul, lord ot many talents, 
The mental Croesus goeth forth, rejoicing in his wealth ; 
Keen and clear perception gloweth on his forehead like a sunbeam, 
He readeth men at a glance, and mists roll away before him ; 
The wise have set him as their captain, the foolish are rebuked at his 

presence, 
The excellent bless him with their prayers, and the wicked praise him by 

their curses; 
His voice, mighty in operation, stirreth up the world as a trumpet, 
And kings account it honour to be numbered of his friends. 

Rare is the worthiness of Authorship : I justify mine office ; 
Albeit fancies weak as mine credit not the calling. 

For it addeth immortality to dying facts, that are ready to vanish away, 
Embalming as in amber the poor insects of an hour ; 
Shedding upon stocks and stones the tender light of interest, 
And illumining dark places of the earth, with radiance of classic lustre. 
It hath power to make past things present, and availeth for the present in 
the future, 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 



Delivering thoughts, and words, and deeds, from the outer darkness of 

oblivion. 
Where are the sages and the heroes, giants of old time ? — 
Where are the mighty kings, that reigned before Agamemnon ? — 
Alas they lie unwept, unhonoured, hidden in the midnight : 
Alas, for they died unchronicled : their memorial perished with them. 
Where are the nobles of Nineveh, and mitred rulers of Babylon ? 
Where are the lords of Edom, and the royal pontiffs of Thebais ? 
The golden Satrap, and the Tetrarch, — the Hun, and the Druid, and the 

Celt ? 
The merchant princes of Phoenicia, and the minds that fashioned Ele- 

phanta ? 
Alas, for the poet hath forgotten them ; and lo ! they are outcasts of 

Memory ; 
Alas, that they are withered leaves, sapless and fallen from the chaplet of 

fame. 
Speak, Etruria, whose bones be these, entombed with costly care, — 
Tell out, Herculaneum, the titles that have sounded in those thy 

palaces, — 
Lycian Xanthus, thy citadels are mute, and the honour of their architects 

hath died ; 
Copan and Palenque, dreamy ruins in the West, the forest hath swallowed 

up your sculptures ; 
Syracuse, — how silent of the past ! — Carthage, thou art blotted from 

remembrance ! 
Egypt, wondrous shores, ye are buried in the sand-hills of forgetfulness ! 
Alas, — for in your glorious youth Time himself was young, 
And none durst wrestle with that Angel, iron-sinewed bridegroom of 

Space ; 



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213 



So he flew by, strong upon the wing, nor dropped one failing feather, 

Wherewith some hoary scribe might register your honour and renown. 

Beyond the broad Atlantic, in the regions of the setting sun, 

Ask of the plume-crowned Incas, that ruled in old Peru, — 

Ask of grand Caziques, and priests of the pyramids in Mexico, — 

Ask of a thousand painted tribes, high nobility of Nature, 

Who, once, could roam their own Elysian plains, free, generous, and 

happy, 
Who, now, degraded and in exile, having sold their fatherland for 

nought, 
Sink and are extinguished in the western seas, even as the sun they 

follow, — 
Where is the record of their deeds, their prowess worthy of Achilles, 
Nestor's wisdom, the chivalry of Manlius, the native eloquence of 

Cicero, 
The skill of Xenophon, the spirit of Alcibiades, the firmness of a 

Maccabaean mother, 
Brotherly love that Antigone might envy, the honour and the fortitude of 

Regulus ? 
Alas, their glory and their praise have vanished like a summer cloud ; 
Alas ! that they are dead indeed ; they are not written down in the Book 

of the living. 

High is the privilege of Authorship : I purify mine office ; 

Albeit earthly stains pollute it in my hands. 

For it is to the world a teacher and a guide, Mentor of that gay 

Telemachus ; 
Warning, comforting, and helping, — a lover and friend of Man. 
Heaven's almoner, Earth's health, patient minister of goodness, 



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With kind and zealous pen, the wise religious blesseth : 

Nature's worshipper, and neophyte of grace, rich in tender sympathies, 

With kindled soul and flashing eye, the poet poureth out his heartful : 

Priest of truth, champion of innocence, warder of the gates of praise, 

Carefully with sifting search laboureth the pale historian : 

Error's enemy, and acolyte of science, firm in sober argument, 

The calm philosopher marshalleth his facts, noting on his page their 

principles. 
These pour mercies upon men ; and others, little less in honour, 
By cheerful wit and graphic tale refreshening the harassed spirit. 
But, there be other some beside, buyers and sellers in the temple, 
Who shame their high vocation, greedy of inglorious gain ; 
There be, who fabricating books, heed of them meanly as of merchandise ; 
And seek nor use, nor truth, nor fame, but sell their minds for lucre : 
O false brethren ! ye wot indeed the labour, but are witless of the 

love ; 
O lying prophets, chilled in soul, unquickened by the life of inspiration ? — 
And there be, who, frivolous and vain, seek to make others foolish, 
Snaring youth by loose sweet Song, and Age by selfish maxim ; 
Cleverly heartless, and wittily profane, they swell the river of corruption : 
Brilliant satellites of sin, — my soul, be not found among their company. 
And there be, who, haters of religion, toil to prove it priestcraft, 
Owning none other aim nor hope, but to confound the good : 
Woe unto them ! for their works shall live ; yea, to their utter con- 
demnation : 
Woe ! for their own handwriting shall testify against them for ever. 

Pure is the happiness of Authorship : I glorify mine office ; 
Albeit lightly having sipped the cup of its lower pleasures. 



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For it is to feel with a father's heart, when he yearneth on the child of his 

affections ; 
To rejoice in a man's own miniature world, gladdened by its rare 

arrangement. 
The poem, is it not a fabric of mind ? we love what we create : 
That choice and musical order, — how pleasant is the toil of composition ! 
Yea, when the volume of the universe was blazoned out in beauty by its 

Author, 
God was glad, and blessed His work ; for it was very good. 
And shall not the image of his Maker be happy in his own mind's 

doing, 
Looking on the structure he hath reared, gratefully with sweet compla- 
cence ? 
Shall not the Minerva of his brain, panoplied and perfect in proportions, 
Gladden the soul and give light unto the eyes, of him the travailing 

parent ? 
Go to the sculptor, and ask him of his dreams, — wherefore are his nights 

so moonlit ? 
Angel faces, and beautiful shapes, fascinate the pale Pygmalion : 
Go to the painter, and trace his reveries, — wherefore are his days so 

sunny ? 
Choice design, and skilful colouring, charm the flitting hours of Parrhasius : 

Even so, walking in his buoyancy, intoxicate with fairy fancies, 

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The young enthusiast of authorship goeth on his way rejoicing : 

Behold, — he is gallantly attended ; legions of thrilling thoughts 
Throng about the standard of his mind, and call his Will their captain ; 
Behold, — his court is as a monarch's ; ideas, and grand imaginations 
Swell, with gorgeous cavalcade, the splendour of his Spiritual State ; 
Behold,— he is delicately served : for oftentimes, in solitary calmness, 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 



Some mental fair Egeria smileth on her Numa's worship ; 

Behold, — he is happy ; there is gladness in his eye, and his heart is a sealed 

fountain, 
Bounding secretly with joys unseen, and keeping down its ecstasy of 

pleasure ! 

Yea : how dignified, and worthy, full of privilege and happiness, 

Standeth in majestic independence the self-ennobled Author ! 

For God hath blessed him with a mind, and cherished it in tenderness and 

purity, 
Hath taught it in the whisperings of wisdom, and added all the riches of 

content : 
Therefore, leaning on his God, a pensioner for soul and body, 
His spirit is the subject of none other, calling no man Master. 
His hopes are mighty and eternal, scorning small ambitions : 
He hideth from the pettiness of praise, and pitieth the feebleness of envy. 
If he meet honours, well ; it may be his humility to take them : 
If he be rebuked, better ; his veriest enemy shall teach him. 
For the master-mind hath a birthright of eminence ; his cradle is an eagle's 

eyrie : 
Need but to wait till his wings are grown, and Genius soareth to the 

sun : 
To creeping things upon the mountain leaveth he the gradual ascent, 
Resting his swiftness on the summit only for a higher flight. 
Glad in clear good-conscience, lightly doth he look for commendation ; 
What, if the prophet lacketh honour ? for he can spare that praise : 
The honest giant careth not to be patted on the back by pigmies ; 
Flatter greatness, he brooketh it good-humouredly : blame him, — thou 

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Yet, just censure of the good never can he hear without contrition ; 
Neither would he miss one wise man's praise, for scarce is that jewel and 

costly : 
Only for the herd of common minds, and the vulgar trumpetings of fame, 
If aught he heedeth in the matter, his honour is sought in their neglect. 
Slender is the marvel, and little is the glory, when round his luscious fruits 
The worm and the wasp and the multitude of flies are gathered as to 

banquet ; 
Fashion's freak, and the critical sting, and the flood of flatteries he scorneth ; 
Cheerfully asking of the crowd the favour to forget him : 
The while his blooming fruits ripen in richer fragrance, 
A feast for the few, — and the many yet unborn, — who still shall love their 

savour. 

So then, humbly with his God, and proudly independent of his fellows, 

Walketh, in pleasures multitudinous, the man ennobled by his pen : 

He hath built up, glorious architect, a monument more durable than 

brass ; 
His children's children shall talk of him in love, and teach their sons his 

honour : 
His dignity hath set him among princes, the universe is debtor to his 

worth, 
His privilege is blessing for ever, his happiness shineth now, 
For he standeth of that grand Election, each man one among a thousand, 
Whose sound is gone out into all lands, and their words to the end of the 

world ! 



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LL things being are in mystery ; we expound 

mysteries by mysteries ; 
And yet the secret of them all is one in simple 

grandeur : 
All intricate, yet each path plain, to those who 

know the way ; 
All unapproachable, yet easy of access, to them 

that hold the key : 
We walk among labyrinths of wonder, but 

thread the mazes with a clue ; 
We sail in chartless seas, but behold ! the 

pole-star is above us. 
For, counting down from God's good will, 

thou meltest every riddle into Him, 
The axiom of reason is an undiscovered God, 
and all things live in His ubiquity : 
There is only one great secret ; but that one hideth everywhere ; 
How should the infinite be understood in Time, when it stretcheth on 

ungrasped for ever ? 
Can a halting CEdipus of earth guess that enigma ot the universe ? 
Not one : the sword of faith must cut the Gordian knot of nature. 



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God, pervading all, is in all things the mystery of each ; 

The wherefore of its character and essence, the fountain of its virtues and 

its beauties. 
The child asketh of its mother, — Wherefore is the violet so sweet ? 
The mother answereth her babe, — Darling, God hath willed it. 
And sages, diving into science, have but a profundity of words ; 
They track for some few links the circling chain of consequence, 
And then, after doubts and disputations, are left where they began, 
At the bald conclusion of a clown, things are because they are. 
Wherefore are the meadows green, is it not to gratify the eye ? 
But why should greenness charm the eye ? such is God's good will. 
Wherefore is the ear attuned to a pleasure in musical sounds, 
And who set a number to those sounds, and fixed the laws of harmony ? 
Who taught the bird to build its nest, or lent the shrub its life, 
Or poised in the balances of order the power to attract and to repel ? 
Who continueth the worlds, and the sea, and the heart, in motion ? 
Who commanded gravitation to tie down all upon its sphere ? — 
For, even as a limestone cliff is an aggregate of countless shells, 
One riddle concrete of many, a mystery compact of mysteries, 
So God, cloud-capped in immensity, standeth the cohesion of all things, 
And secrets, sublimely indistinct, permeate that Universe, Himself; 
As is the whole, so are the parts, whether they be mighty or minute, 
The sun is not more unexplained than the tissue of an emmet's wing. 

Thus then, omnipresent Deity worketh His unbiassed mind, 
A mind, one in moral, but infinitely multiplied in means : 
And the uniform prudence of His will cometh to be counted law, 
Till mutable man fancieth volition stirring in the potter's clay : 
God, a wise father, showeth not His reasons to His babes ; 



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But willeth in secresy and goodness : for causes generate dispute : 
Then we, His darkling children, watch that invariable purpose, 
And invest the passive creature with its Maker's energy and skill : 
Therefore, they of old time stopped short of God in idols, 
Therefore, in these latter days, we heed not the Jehovah in His works. 
Mystery is God's great name ; He is the mystery of goodness : 
Some other, from the hierarchs of heaven, usurped the mystery of sin. 
God is the King, yea even of Himself; He crowned Himself with 

holiness ; 
The burning circlet of iniquity another found and wore. 
God is separate, even from His attributes ; but He willed eternally the 

good; 
Therefore freely, though unchangeably, is wise, righteous, and loving : 
But ambition, open unto angels, saw the evil, flung aside from the 

beginning, 
It was Lucifer that saw, and nothing loathed those black unclaimed regalia, 
So he coveted and stole, to be counted for a king, antagonist of God, 
But when he touched the leprous robes, behold, a cheated traitor. 

For self-existence, charactered with love, with power, wisdom, and 

ubiquity, 
Could not dwell alone, but willed and worked creation. 
Thus, in continual exhalation, darkening the void with matter, 
Sprang from prolific Deity the creatures of His skill. 

And beings living on His breath, were needfully less perfect than Himself, 
Therefore less capable of bliss, whereat His benevolence was bounded ; 
So, to make the capability expand, intensely progressive to eternity, 
He suffered darkness to illustrate the light, and pain to heighten pleasure : 
To heap up happiness on souls He loved, allowed He sin and sorrow, 



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And then to guilt and grief and shame, He brought unbidden amnesty : 

Sinless, none had been redeemed, nor wrapt again in God : 

Sorrowless, no conflict had been known, and Heaven had been mulcted of 

its comfort : 
Yea, with evil unexhibited, probationary toils unfelt, 
Men had not appreciated good, nor angels valued their security. 
Herein, to reasons eye, is revealed the mystery of goodness 
Blessing, through permitted woe, and teaching by the mystery of sin. 

G Christian, whose chastened curiosity loveth things mysterious, 

Accounting them shadows and eclipses of Him the one great light, 

Look now, satisfied with faith, on minds that judge by sense, 

And, dull from contemplating matter, take small heed of spirit. 

Toiling feebly upward, their argument tracketh from below, 

They catch the latest consequent, and prove the nearest cause : 

What is this ? that a seed produced a seed, and so for a thousand 

seasons ; 
Ascend a thousand steps, thy ladder leaveth thee in air : 
Thou canst not climb to God, and short of Him is nothing ; 
There is no cause for aught we see, but in His present will. 
Begin from the Maker, thou earnest down His attributes to reptiles, 
The sharded beetle and the lizard live and move in Him : 
Begin from the creature, corruption and infirmity mar thy foolish toil, 
Heap Ossa on Olympus, how much art thou nearer to the stars ? 
It is easy running from a mountain's top down to the valleys at its 

foot, 
But difficult and steep the laborious ascent, and feebly shalt thou reach it : 
Yet man, beginning from himself, that first deluding mystery, 
Hopeth from the pit of lies to struggle up to truth ; 






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So, taxing knowledge to its strength, he pusheth one step further, 

And fancieth complacently that much is done by reaching a remote 

effect : 
Then he maketh answer to himself, as a silly nurse to her little one, 
Evading, in a mist of words, hard things he cannot solve ; 
Till, like an ostrich in the desert, he burieth his head in atoms, 
Thinking that, if he is blind, no sun can shine in heaven. 

Therefore cometh it to pass, that an atheist is ever the most credulous, 
Snatching at any foolish cause, that may dispel his doubts ; 
And, even as it were for ridicule, a spectacle for men and angels, 
The captious and cautious unbeliever is of all men weakest to believe : 
Cut from the anchorage of God, his bark is a plaything of the billows ; 
The compass of his principle is broken, the rudder of his faith unshipped : 
Chance and Fate, in a stultified antagonism, govern all for him ; 
Truth sprang from the conflict of falsities, and the multitude of accidents 

hath bred design ! 
Where is the imposture so gross, that shall not entrap his curiosity ? 
What superstition is so abject, that it doth not blanch his cheek ? 
Whereof can he be sure, with whom Chaos is substitute for Order ? 
How should his silly structure stand, a pyramid built upon its apex ? — 
Yea, I have seen grey-headed men, the bastard slips of science, 
Go for light to glow-worms, while they scorn the sun at noon : 
Men, who fear no God, trembling at a gipsy's curse, 
Men, who jest at revelation, clinging to a madman's prophecy ! 

There is a pleasing dread in the fashion of all mysteries, 

For hope is mixed therein and fear ; who shall divine their issues ? 

Even the orphan, wandering by night, lost on dreary moors, 



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Is sensible of some vague bliss amidst his shapeless terrors ; 

The buoyancy of instant expectation, spurring on the mind to venture, 

Overbeareth, in its energy, the cramp and the chill of apprehension. 

There is a solitary pride, when the heart, in new importance, 

Writeth gladly on its archives, the secrets none other men have seen : 

And there is a caged terror, evermore wrestling with the mind, 

When crime hath whispered his confession, and the secrets are written 

there in blood : 
The village maiden is elated at the tenderly confided tale : 
The bandit's wife with sickening fear guessed the premeditated murder : 
The sage, with triumph on his brow, hideth up his deep discovery ; 
The idlest clown shall delve all day, to find a hidden treasure. 

For mystery is man's life ; we wake to the whisperings of novelty : 

And what, though we lie down disappointed ? we sleep, to wake in 

hope. 
The letter, or the news, the chances and the changes, matters that may 

happen, 
Sweeten or embitter daily life with the honey-gall of mystery. 
For we walk blindfold, — and a minute may be much, — a step may reach 

the precipice ; 
What earthly loss, what heavenly gain, may not this day produce ? 
Levelled of Alps and Andes, without its valleys and ravines, 
How dull the face of earth, unfeatured of both beauty and sublimity : 
And so, shorn of mystery, beggared in its hopes and fears, 
How flat the prospect of existence, mapped by intuitive foreknowledge. 
Praise God, creature of earth, for the mercies linked with secresy, 
That spices of uncertainty enrich the cup of life ; 
Praise God, His hosts on high, for the mysteries that make all joy ; 






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What were intelligence with nothing more to learn, or heaven, in eternity, 
of sameness ? 

To number every mystery were to sum the sum of all things : 
None can exhaust a theme, whereof God is example and similitude. 
Nevertheless, take a garland from the garden, a handful from the harvest, 
Some scattered drops of spray from the ceaseless mighty cataract. 
Whence are we, — whither do we tend, — how do we feel, and reason ? 
How strange a thing is man, a spirit saturating clay ! 

When doth soul make embryos immortal, — how do they rank hereafter, — 
And will the unconscious idiot be quenched in death as nothing ? 
In essence immaterial, are these minds, as it were, thinking machines ? 
For, to understand may but rightly be to use a mechanism all possess, 
So that in reading or hearing of another, a man shall seem unto himself 
To be recollecting images or arguments, native and congenial to his mind : 
And yet, what shall we say, — who can arede the riddle ? 
The brain may be clockwork, and mind its spring, mechanism quickened 
by a spirit. 

Who so shrewd as rightly to divide life, instinct, reason ; 

Trees, zoophytes, creatures of the plain, and savage men among them ? 

Hath the mimosa instinct, — or the scallop more than life, — 

Or the dog less than reason, — or the brute-man more than instinct ? 

What is the cause of health, — and the gendering of disease ? 

Why should arsenic kill, and whence is the potency of antidotes ? 

Behold, a morsel, — eat and die ; the term of thy probation is expired : 

Behold, a potion, — drink and be alive ; the limit of thy trial is enlarged. 

Who can expound beauty ? or explain the character of nations ? 

Who will furnish a cause for the epidemic force of fashion ? 

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Is there a moral magnetism living in the light of example ? 

Is practice electricity ? — Yet all these are but names. 

Doth normal Art imprison, in its works, spirit translated into substance, 

So that the statue, the picture, or the poem, are crystals of the mind ? 

And doth Philosophy with sublimating skill shred away the matter, 

Till rarefied intelligence exudeth even out of stocks and stones ? 

O mysteries, ye all are one, the mind of an inexplicable Architect 

Dwelleth alike in each, quickening and moving in them all. 

Fields, and forests, and cities of men, their woes and wealth and works, 

And customs, and contrivances of life, with all we see and know, 

For a little way, a little while, ye hang dependent on each other, 

But all are held in one right-hand, and by His will ye are. 

Here is an answer unto mystery, an unintelligible God, 

This is the end and the beginning, it is reason that He be not understood. 

Therefore it were probable and just, even to a man's weak thinking, 

To have one for God who always may be learnt, yet never fully known : 

That He, from whom all mysteries spring, in whom they all converge, 

Throned in His sublimity beyond the grovellings of lower intellect, 

Should claim to be truer than man's truest, the boasted certainty of 

numbers, 
Should baffle his arithmetic, confound his demonstrations, and paralyse the 

might of his necessity, 
Standing supreme as the mystery of mysteries, everywhere, yet impersonate, 
Essential One in three, essential Three in one ! 



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HAD a seeming friend ; — I gave him gifts, and 
he was gone : 
A I had an open enemy ; — I gave him gifts, and 
won him : 
Common friendship standeth on equalities, and 

cannot bear a debt ; 
But the very heart of hate melteth at a good 

man's love : 
Go to, then, thou that sayest, — I will give and 

rivet the links : 
For pride shall kick at obligation, and push the 
giver from him. 
The covetous spirit may rejoice, revelling in thy largess, 
But chilling selfishness will mutter, — I must give again : 
The vain heart may be glad, in this new proof of man's esteem, 
But the same idolatry of self abhorreth thoughts of thanking. 



Nevertheless, give ; for it shall be a discriminating test 

Separating honesty from falsehood, weeding insincerity from friendship. 

Give, it is like God ; thou weariest the bad with benefits : 



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Give, it is like God ; thou gladdenest the good by gratitude. 

Give to thy near of kin, for providence hath stationed thee his helper : 

Yet see that he claim not, as his right, thy freewill offering of duty. 

Give to the young, they love it ; neither hath the poison of suspicion 

Spoilt the flavour of their thanks, to look for latent motives. 

Give to merit, largely give ; his conscious heart will bless thee : 

It is not flattery, but love, — the sympathy of men his brethren. 

Give, for encouragement in good ; the weak desponding mind 

Hath many foes, and much to do, and leaneth on its friends. 

Yet heed thou wisely these ; give seldom to thy better ; 

For such obtrusive boon shall savour of presumption ; 

Or, if his courteous bearing greet thy proffered kindness, 

Shall not thine independent honesty be vexed at the semblance of a 

bribe ? 
Moreover, heed thou this ; give to thine equal charily, 
The occasion fair and fitting, the gift well chosen and desired : 
Hath he been prosperous and blest ? a flower may show thy gladness ; 
Is he in need ? with liberal love, tender him the well-filled purse : 
Disease shall welcome friendly care in grapes and precious unguents ; 
And where a darling child hath died, give praise, and hope, and 

sympathy. 
Yet once more, heed thou this ; give to the poor discreetly, 
Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm : 
To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit occasion ; 
Or he bartereth his hard-earned self-reliance for the casual lottery of 

gifts. 
The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liberality would palsy ; 
Work and wages make a light heart ; but the mendicant asked with a 

heavy spirit. 



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A man's own self-respect is worth unto him more than money, 
And evil is the charity that humbleth, and maketh man less happy. 

There are who sow liberalities, to reap the like again ; 

But men accept his boon, scorning the shallow usurer : 

I have known many such a fisherman lose his golden baits : 

And oftentimes the tame decoy escapeth with the flock. 

Yea, there are who give unto the poor, to gain large interest of God, — 

Fool, — to think His wealth is money, and not mind : 

And haply after thine alms, thy calculated givings, 

The hurricane shall blast thy crops, and sink the homeward ship ; 

Then shall thy worldly soul murmur that the balances were false, 

Thy trader's mind shall think of God, — He stood not to His bargain ! 

Give, saith the preacher, be large in liberality, yield to the holy impulse, 
Tarry not for cold consideration, but cheerfully and freely scatter. 
So, for complacency of conscience, in a gush of counterfeited charity, 
He that hath not wherewith to be just, selfishly presumeth to be 

generous : 
The debtor, and the rich by wrong, are known among the band of the 

benevolent ; 
And men extol the noble hearts, who rob that they may give. 
Receivers are but little prone to challenge rights of giving, 
Nor stop to test, for conscience-sake, the righteousness of mammon : 
And the zealot in a cause is a receiver, at the hand which bettereth his 

cause ; 
And thus an unsuspected bribe shall blind the good man's judgment : 
It is easy to excuse greatness, and the rich are readily forgiven : 
What, if his gains were evil, sanctified by using them aright ? 



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O shallow flatterer, self-interest is thy thought, 

Hopeless of partaking in the like, thou too wouldst scorn the giver. 

Money hath its value ; and the scatterer thereof his thanks : 
Few men, drinking at a rivulet, stop to consider its source. 
The hand that closeth on an aim, be it for necessities or zeal, 
Hath small scruple whence it came : Vespasian rejoiceth in his tribute. 
Therefore have colleges and hospitals risen upon orphans' wrongs, 
Chapels and cathedrals have thriven on the welcome wages of iniquity, 
And fraud, in evil compensation, hath salved his guilty conscience, 
Not by restoring to the cheated, but by ostentatious giving to the 
grateful. 

So, those who reap rejoice ; and reaping, bless the sower : 

No one is eager to discover, where discovery tendeth unto loss : 

Yet, if knowledge of a theft make gainers thereby guilty, 

Can he be altogether innocent, who never asked the honesty of gain ? 

Therefore, O preacher, zealous for charity, temper thy warm appeal, — ■ 

Warning the debtor and unjustly rich, they may not dare to give : 

To do good is a privilege and guerdon : how shouldst thou rejoice 

If ill-got gifts of presumptuous fraud be offered on the altar ? 

The question is not of degrees ; unhallowed alms are evil ; 

Discourage and reject alike the obolus or talent of iniquity. 

Yet more, be careful that, unworthily, thou gain not an advantage over 

weakness, 
Unstable souls, fervent and profuse, fluttered by the feeling of the moment ; 
For eloquence swayeth to its will the feeble and the conscious of defect : 
Rashly give they, and afterward are sad, — a gift that doubly erred. 



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It was the worldliness of priestcraft that accounted alms-giving for charity ; 

And many a father's penitence hath steeped his son in penury ; 

Yet, considered he lightly the guilt of a death-bed selfishness 

That strove to take with him, for gain, the gold no longer his ; 

So he died in a false peace, and dying robbed his kindred ; 

The cunning friar at his side having cheated both the living and the dead. 

Charity sitteth on a fair hill-top, blessing far and near, 

But her garments drop ambrosia, chiefly, on the violets around her : 

She gladdeneth indeed the map-like scene, stretching to the verge of the 

horizon, 
For her angel face is lustrous and beloved, even as the moon in heaven : 
But the light of that beatific vision gloweth in serener concentration 
The nearer to her heart, and nearer to her home, — that hill-top where she 

sitteth : 
Therefore is she kind unto her kin, yearning in affection on her neighbours, 
Giving gifts to those around, who know and love her well. 
But the counterfeit of charity, an hypocrite of earth, not a grace of 

heaven, 
Seeketh not to bless at home, for her nearer aspect is ill-favoured : 
Therefore hideth she for shame, counting that pride humility, 
And none of those around her hearth are gladdened by her gifts : 
Rather, with an overreaching zeal, flingeth she her bounty to the stranger, 
And scattered prodigalities abroad compensate for meanness in her home : 
For benefits showered on the distant shine in unmixed beauty, 
So that even she may reap their undiscerning praise : 
Therefore native want hath pined, where foreign need was fattened ; 
Woman been crushed by the tyrannous hand that upheld the flag of 

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Poverty been prisoned up and starved, by hearts that are maudlin upon 

crime ; 
And freeborn babes been manacled by men, who liberate the sturdy slave. 

Policy counselleth a gift, given wisely and in season, 

And policy afterwards approveth it, for great is the influence of gifts. 

The lover, unsmiled upon before, is welcome for his jewelled bauble ; 

The righteous cause without a fee, must yield to bounteous guilt: 

How fair is a man in thine esteem, whose just discrimination seeketh thee, 

And so, discerning merit, honoureth it with gifts ! 

Yea, let the cause appear sufficient, and the motive clear and unsuspicious, 

As given unto one who cannot help, or proving honest thanks, 

There liveth not one among a million, who is proof against the charm of 

liberality, 
And flattery, that boon of praise, hath power with the wisest. 

Man is of three natures, craving all for charity ; 

It is not enough to give him meats, withholding other comfort : 

For the mind starveth, and the soul is scorned, and so the human animal 

Eateth his unsatisfying pittance, a thankless, heartless pauper : 

Yet would he bless thee and be grateful, didst thou feed his spirit, . 

And teach him that thine almsgivings are charities, are loves : 

— I saw a beggar in the street, and another beggar pitied him ; 

Sympathy sank into his soul, and the pitied one felt happier : 

Anon passed by a cavalcade, children of wealth and gaiety ; 

They laughed, and looked upon the beggar, and the gallants flung him 

gold j 
He, poor spirit-humbled wretch, gathered up their givings with a curse, 
And went — to share it with his brother, the beggar who had pitied him ! 



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HOU mightier than Manoah's son, whence is 

thy great strength, 
And wherein the secret or thy craft, O 

charmer charming wisely ? — 
For thou art strong in weakness, and in artless- 

ness well-skilled, 
mti Constant in the multitude of change, and 

simple amidst intricate complexity. 
Folly's shallow lip can ask the deepest question, 
And many wise in many words should answer, 

what is beauty ? — 
Who shall separate the hues that flicker on a 

dying dolphin, 
Or analyse the jewelled lights that deck the 

peacock's train, 

Or shrewdly mix upon a palette the tints of an iridescent spar, 
Or set in rank the wandering shades about a watered silk ? 



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For beauty is intangible, vague, ill to be defined ; 

She hath the coat of a chameleon, changing while we watch it. 

Strangely woven is the web, disorderly yet harmonious, 

A glistering robe of mingled mesh, that may not be unravelled. 



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It is shot with heaven's blue, the soul of summer skies, 
And twisted strings of light, the mind of noonday suns, 
And ruddy gleams of life, that roll along the veins, 
A coat of many colours, running curiously together. 
There is threefold beauty for man ; twofold beauty for the animal ; 
And the beauty of inanimates is single : body, temper, spirit. 
Multiplied in endless combination, issue the changeable results ; 
Each class verging on the other twain, with imperceptible gradation ; 
And every individual in each having his propriety of difference, 
So that the meanest of creation bringeth in a tribute of the beautiful. 
Yea, from the worst in favour shineth out a fitness of design, 
The patent mark of beauty, its Maker's name imprest. 
For the great Creator's seal is set to all His works ; 
Its quarterings are Attributes of praise, and all the shield is Beauty : 
So, that heraldic blazon is Creation's common signet ; 
And the universal family of life goeth in the colours of its Lord : 
But each one, as a several son, shall bear those arms with a difference ; 
Beauty, various in phase, and similar in seeming oppositions. 
The coins of old Rome were struck with a diversity for each, 
Barely two be found alike, in every Caesar's image : 
So, note thou the seals, ranged around the charters of the Universe, 
The finger of God is the stamp upon them all, but each hath its separate 
variety. 

Beauty, theme of innocence, how may guilt discourse thee ? 

Let holy angels sing thy praise, for man hath marred thy visage. 

Still the maimed torso of a Theseus can gladden taste with its proportions ; 

Though sin hath shattered every limb, how comely are the fragments ! 

And music leaveth on the ear a memory of sweet sounds ; 



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And broken arches charm the sight with hints of" fair completeness. 
So, while humbled at the ruin, be thou grateful for the relics ; 
Go forth, and look on all around with kind uncaptious eye : 
Freely let us wander through these unfrequented ways, 
And talk of glorious beauty, filling all the world. 

For beauty hideth everywhere, that Reason's child may seek her, 
And having found the gem of price, may set it in God's crown. 
Beauty nestleth in the rosebud, or walketh the firmament with planets, 
She is heard in the beetle's evening hymn, and shouteth in the matins of 

the sun ; 
The cheek of the peach is glowing with her smile, her splendour blazeth 

in the lightning, 
She is the dryad of the woods, the naiad of the streams ; 
Her golden hair hath tapestried the silkworm's silent chamber, 
And to her measured harmonies the wild waves beat in time ; 
With tinkling feet at eventide she danceth in the meadow, 
Or, like a Titan, lieth stretched athwart the ridgy Alps ; 
She is rising, in her veil of mist, a Venus from the waters,— 
Men gaze upon the loveliness, — and lo, it is beautiful exceedingly ; 
She, with the might of a Briareus, is dragging down the clouds upon the 

mountain, — 
Men look upon the grandeur, — and lo, it is excellent in glory. 
For I judge that beauty and sublimity be but the lesser and the great, 
Sublime, as magnified to giants, and beautiful, diminished into fairies. 
It were a false fancy to solve all beauty by desire, 
It were a lowering thought to expound sublimity by dread. 
Cowardly men with trembling hearts have feared the furious storm, 
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And careless men, at summer's eve, have loved the dimpled waves ; 

O that smile upon the seas, — hath it no sublimity ? 

Dost thou nothing know of this, — to be awed at woman's beauty ? 

Nor, with exhilarated heart, to hail the crashing thunder ? 

Thou hast much to learn, that never found a fearfulness in flowers ; 

Thou hast missed of joy, that never basked in beauties of the terrible. 

Show me an enthusiast in aught ; he hath noted one thing narrowly, 

And lo, his keenness hath detected the one dear hiding place of beauty : 

Then he boasteth, simple soul, flattered by discovery, 

Fancying that no science else can show so fair and precious : 

He hath found a ray of light, and cherisheth the treasure in his closet, 

Mocking at those larger minds, that bathe in floods of noon ; 

Lo, what a jewel hath he gotten, — this is the monopolist of beauty, — 

And lightly heeding all beside, he poured his yearnings thitherward : 

Be it for love, or for learning, habit, art, or nature, 

Exclusive thought is all the cause of this particular zeal. 

But like intensity of fitness, kind and skilful beauty, 

So pleasant to his mind in one thing, filleth all beside : 

From the waking minute of a chrysalis, to the perfect cycle of 

chronology, 
From the centipede's jointed armour to the mammoth's fossil ribs, 
From the kingfisher's shrill note, to the cataract's thundering bass, 
From the greensward's grateful hues, to the fascinating eye of woman, 
Beauty, various in all things, setteth up her home in each, 
Shedding graciously around an omnipresent smile. 

There is beauty in the rolling clouds, and placid shingle beach, 
In feathery snows, and whistling winds, and dun electric skies ; 



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There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliage, 

In laughing fields, and dinted hills, the valley and its lake ; 

There is beauty in the gullies, beauty on the cliffs, beauty in sun and shade, 

In rocks and rivers, seas and plains, — the earth is drowned in beauty. 



Beauty coileth with the watersnake, and is cradled in the shrewmouse's 

nest, 
She flitteth out with evening bats, and the soft mole hid her in his tunnel ; 



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The limpet is encamped upon the shore, and beauty not a stranger to his tent; 

The silvery dace and golden carp thread the rushes with her : 

She saileth into clouds with an eagle, she fluttereth into tulips with a 

humming bird ; 
The pasturing kine are of her company, and she prowleth with the leopard 

in his jungle. 

Moreover, for the reasonable world, its words, and acts, and speculations, 

For frail and fallen manhood, in his every work and way, 

Beauty, wrecked and stricken, lingereth still among us, 

And morsels of that shattered sun are dropt upon the darkness. 

Yea, with savages and boors, the mean, the cruel, and besotted, 

Ever in extenuating grace hide some relics of the beautiful. 

Gleams of kindness, deeds of courage, patience, justice, generositv, 

Truth welcomed, knowledge prized, rebukes taken with contrition, 

All, in various measure, have been blest with some of these, 

And never yet hath lived the man, utterly beggared of the beautiful. 

Beauty is as crystal in the torchlight, sparkling on the poet's page ; 

Virgin honey of Hymettus, distilled from the lips of the orator ; 

A savour of sweet spikenard, anointing the hands of liberality ; 

A feast of angels' food set upon the tables of religion. 

She is seen in the tear of sorrow, and heard in the exuberance of mirth ; 

She goeth out early with the huntsman, and watcheth at the pillow of 

disease. 
Science in his secret laws hath found out latent beauty, 
Sphere and square, and cone and curve, are fashioned by her rules : 
Mechanism met her in his forces, fancy caught her in its flittings, 
Day is lightened by her eyes, and her eyelids close upon the night. 



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fS^'j Beauty is dependence In the babe, a 
toothless tender nurseling ; 
Beauty is boldness in the boy, a curly rosy 
truant ; 
?C\^ | Beauty is modesty and grace in fair retiring 
girlhood ; 
Beauty is openness and strength in pure 
high-minded youth : 




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Man, the noble and intelligent, gladdeneth earth with beauty, 
And woman's beauty sunneth him, as with a smile from heaven. 

There is none enchantment against beauty, Magician for all time, 

Whose potent spells of sympathy have charmed the passive world : 

Verily, she reigneth a Semiramis ; there is no might against her ; 

The lords of every land are harnessed to her triumph. 

Beauty is conqueror of all, nor ever yet was found among the nations 

That iron-moulded mind, full proof against her power. 

Beauty, like a summer's day, subdueth by sweet influences ; 

Who can wrestle against Sleep ? — yet is that giant, very gentleness. 

Ajax may rout a phalanx, but beauty shall enslave him single-handed ; 

Pericles ruled Athens, yet is he the servant of Aspasia : 

Light were the labour, and often-told the tale, to count the victories of 

beauty, — 
Helen, and Judith, and Omphale, and Thais, manv a trophied name. 
At a glance the misanthrope was softened, and repented ot his vows, 
When Beauty asked, he gave, and banned her — with a blessing; 
The cold ascetic loved the smile that lit his dismal cell, 
And kindly stayed her step, and wept when she departed ; 
The bigot abbess felt her heart gush with a mother's feeling, 
When looking on some lovely face beneath the cloister's shade ; 
Usury freed her without ransom; the buccaneer was gentle in her presence ; 
Madness kissed her on the cheek, and Idiotcy brightened at her coming : 
Yea, the very cattle in the field, and hungry prowlers of the forest 
With fawning homage greeted her, as Beauty glided by. 
A welcome guest unbidden, she is dear to every hearth ; 
A glad spontaneous growth of friends is springing round her rest : 



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Learning sitteth at her feet, and Idleness laboureth to please her, 
Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dulness gloweth ; 
Prudence is rash in her defence ; Frugality filleth her with riches ; 
Despair came to her for counsel ; and Bereavement was glad when she 

consoled ; 
Justice putteth up his sword at the tear of supplicating beauty, 
And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin. 

For beauty is the substitute for all things, satisfying every absence, 

The rich delirious cup to make all else forgotten : 

She also is the zest unto all things, enhancing every presence, 

The rare and precious ambergris, to quicken each perfume. 

O beauty, thou art eloquent ; yea, though slow of tongue, 

Thy breast, fair Phryne, pleaded well before the dazzled judge : 

O beauty, thou art wise ; yea, though teaching falsely, 

Sages listen, sweet Corinna, to commend thy lips ; 

O beauty, thou art ruler ; yea, though lowly as a slave, 

Myrrha, that imperial brow is monarch of thy lord ; 

O beauty, thou art winner ; yea, though halting in the race, 

Hippodame, Camilla, Atalanta, — in gracefulness ye fascinate your umpires; 

O beauty, thou art rich ; yea, though clad in russet, 

Attalus cannot boast his gold against the wealth of beauty ; 

O beauty, thou art noble ; yea, though Esther be an exile, 

Set her up on high, ye kings, and bow before the majesty of beauty ! 

Friend and scholar, who, in charity, hast walked with me thus far, 
We have wandered in a wilderness of sweets, tracking beauty's footsteps : 
And ever as we rambled on among the tangled thicket, 
Many a startled thought hath tempted further roaming : 

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Passion, sympathetic influence, might of imaginary haloes, — - 
Many the like would lure aside, to hunt their wayward themes. 
And, look you ! — from his ferny bed in yonder hazel coppice, 
A dappled hart hath flung aside the boughs and broke away ; 
He is fleet and capricious as the zephyr, and with exulting bounds 
Hieth down a turfy lane between the sounding woods ; 
His neck is garlanded with flowers, his antlers hung with chaplets, 
And rainbow-coloured ribbons stream adown his mottled flanks : 
Should we follow ? — foolish hunters, thus to chase afoot, — 
Who can track the airy speed and doubling wiles of Taste ? 

For the estimates of human beauty, dependent upon time and clime, 
Manifold and changeable, are multiplied the more by strange gregarious 

fashion : 
And notable ensamples in the great turn to epidemics in the lower, 
So that a nation's taste shall vary with its rulers. 
Stern Egypt, humbled to the Greek, fancied softer idols ; 
Greece, the Roman province, nigh forgat her classic sculpture ; 
Rome, crushed beneath the Goth, loved his barbarian habits ; 
And Alaric, with his ruflian horde, is tamed by silken Rome. 
Columbia's flattened head, and China's crumpled feet, — 
The civilized tapering waist, — and the pendulous ears of the savage, — 
The swollen throat among the mountains, and an ebon skin beneath the 

tropics, — 
These shall all be reckoned beauty : and for weighty cause. 
First, for the latter : Providence in mercy tempereth taste by circumstance, 
So that Nature's must shall hit her creature's liking ; 
Second, for the middle : though the foolishness of vanity seek to mar 

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Still, defects in those we love shall soon be counted praise ; 

Third, for the first : a chief, and a princess, maimed or distorted from the cradle. 

Shall coax the flattery of slaves to imitate the great in their deformicy : 

Hence groweth habit : and habits make a taste, 

And so shall servile zeal deface the types of beauty. 

Whiles Alexander conquered, crookedness was comely : 

And followers learn to praise the scars upon their leader's brow. 

Youth hath sought to flatter age by mimicking grey hairs ; 

Age plastereth her wrinkles, and is painted in the ruddiness of Youth. 

Fashion, the parasite of Rank, apeth faults and failings, 

Until the general Taste depraved hath warped its sense of beauty. 

Each man hath a measure for himself, yet all shall coincide in much ; 

A perfect form of human grace would captivate the world : 

Be it manhood's lustre, or the loveliness of woman, all would own its 

beauty, 
The Caffre and Circassian, Russians and Hindoos, the Briton, the Turk 

and Japanese. 
Not all alike, nor all at once, but each in proportion to intelligence, 
His purer state in morals, and a lesser grade in guilt : 
For the high standard of the beautiful is fixed in Reason's forum, 
And sins, and customs, and caprice, have failed to break it down : 
And reason's standard for the creature pointeth three perfections, 
Frame, knowledge, and the feeling heart, well and kindly mingled j 
A fair dwelling, furnished wisely, with a gentle tenant in it, — 
This is the glory of humanity : thou hast seen it seldom. 

There is a beauty for the body j the superficial polish of a statue, 
The symmetry of form and feature delicately carved and painted. 



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How bright in early bloom the Georgian sitteth at her lattice, 
How softened off in graceful curves her young and gentle shape : 
Those dark eyes, lit by curiosity, flash beneath the lashes, 
And still her velvet cheek is dimpled with a smile. 
Dost thou count her beautiful ? — even as a mere fair figure, 
A plastic image, little more, — the outer garb of woman : 
Yea, — and thus far it is well ; but Reason's hopes are higher, — 
Can he sate his soul on a scantling third of beauty ? 

Yet is this the pleasing trickery, that cheateth half the world, 

Nature's wise deceit to make up waste in life ; 

And few be they that rest uncaught, for many a twig is limed ; 

Where is the wise among a million, that took not form for beauty ? 

But watch it well ; for vanity and sin, malice, hate, suspicion, 

Louring as clouds upon the countenance, will disenchant its charms. 

The needful complexity of beauty claimeth mind and soul, 

Though many coins of foul alloy pass current for the true : 

And albeit fairness in the creature shall often co-exist with excellence, 

Yet hath many an angel shape been tenanted by fiends. 

A man, spiritually keen, shall detect in surface beauty 

Those marring specks of evil which the sensual cannot see ; 

Therefore is he proof against a face, unlovely to his likings, 

And common minds shall scorn the taste, that shrunk from sin's distortion. 

There is a beauty for the reason ; grandly independent of externals, 

It looketh from the windows of the house, shining in the man triumphant. 

I have seen the broad blank face of some misshapen dwarf 

Lit on a sudden as with glory, the brilliant light of mind : 

Who then imagined him deformed ? intelligence is blazing on his forehead, 






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There is empire in his eye, and sweetness on his lip, and his brown cheek 

glittereth with beauty : 
And I have known some Nireus of the camp, a varnished paragon of 

chamberers, 
Fine, elegant, and shapely, moulded as the master-piece of Phidias, — 
Such an one, with intellects abased, have I noted crouching to the dwarf, 
Whilst his lovers scorn the fool, whose beauty hath departed ! 

And there is a beauty for the spirit ; mind in its perfect flowering, 

Fragrant, expanded into soul, full of love and blessed. 

Go to some squalid couch, some famishing death-bed of the poor; 

He is shrunken, cadaverous, diseased ; — there is here no beauty of the body : 

Never hath he fed on knowledge, nor drank at the streams of science, 

He is of the common herd, illiterate ; — there is here no beauty of the 

reason : 
But lo ! his filming eye is bright with love from heaven, 
In every look it beameth praise, as worshipping with seraphs ; 
What honeycomb is hived upon his lips, eloquent of gratitude and prayer, — 
What triumph shrined serene upon that clammy brow, 
What glory flickering transparent under those thin cheeks, — 
What beauty in his face ! — Is it not the face of an angel ? 

Now, of these three, infinitely mingled and combined, 
Consisteth human beauty, in all the marvels of its mightiness : 
And forth from human beauty springeth the intensity of Love ; 
Feeling, thought, desire, the three deep fountains of affection. 
Son of Adam, or daughter of Eve, art thou trapped by nature, 
And is thy young eye dazzled with the pleasant form of beauty ? 
This is but a lower love ; still it hath its honour ; 



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What God hath made and meant to charm, let not man despise. 

Nevertheless, as reason's child, look thou wisely farther, 

For age, disease, and care, and sin, shall tarnish all the surface : 

Reach a loftier love : be lured by the comeliness of mind, — 

Gentle, kind, and calm, or lustrous in the livery of knowledge ■ 

And more, there is a higher grade ; force the mind to its perfection — 

Win those golden trophies of consummate love : 

Add unto riches of the reason, and a beauty moulded to thy liking, 

The precious things of nobler grace that well adorn a soul ; 

Thus, be thou owner of a treasure, great in earth and heaven, 

Beauty, wisdom, goodness, in a creature like its God. 

1 

So then, draw we to an end ; with feeble step and faltering, 

I follow beauty through the universe, and find her home Ubiquity : 

In all that God hath made, in all that man hath marred, 

Lingereth beauty, or its wreck, a broken mould and castings. 

And now, having wandered long time, freely and with desultory feet, 

To gather in the garden of the world a few fair sample flowers, 

With patient scrutinizing care let us cull the conclusion of their essence, 

And answer to the riddle of Zorobabel, Whence the might of beauty ? 



Ugliness is native unto nothing, but an attribute of concrete evil ; 

In everything created, at its worst, lurk the dregs of loveliness : 

We be fallen into utter depths, yet once we stood sublime, 

For man was made in perfect praise, his Maker's comely image : 

And so his new-born ill is spiced with older good, 

He carrieth with him, yea to crime, the withered limbs of beauty. 

Passions may be crooked generosities ; the robber stealeth for his children 

Murder was avenger of the innocent, or wiped out shame with blood. 



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Many virtues, weighted by excess, sink among the vices ; 

Many vices, amicably buoyed, float among the virtues. 

For, albeit sin is hate, a foul and bitter turpitude, 

As hurling back against the Giver all His gifts with insult, 

Still when concrete in the sinner, it will seem to partake of his 

attractions, 
And in seductive masquerade shall cloak its leprous skin ; 
His broken lights of beauty shall illumine its utter black, 
And those refracted rays glitter on the hunch of its deformity. 

Verily the fancy may be false, yet hath it met me in my musings, 

(As expounding the pleasantness of pleasure, but no ways extenuating 

licence,) 
That even those yearnings after beautv, in wayward wanton youth, 
When, guileless of ulterior end, it craveth but to look upon the lovely, 
Seem like struggles of the soul, dimly remembering pre-existence, 
And feeling in its blindness for a long-lost god, to satisfy its longing ; 
As if the sucking babe, tenderly mindful of his mother, 
Should pull a dragon's dugs, and drain the teats of poison. 
Our primal source was beauty, and we pant for it ever and again ; 
But sin hath stopped the way with thorns ; we turn aside, wander, and are 

lost. 

God, the undiluted good, is root and stock of beauty, 
And every child of reason drew his essence from that stem. 
Therefore, it is of intuition, an innate hankering for home, 
A sweet returning to the well, from which our spirit flowed, 
That we, unconscious of a cause, should bask these darkened souls 
In some poor relics of the light that blazed in primal beauty, 



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And, even like as exiles of idolatry, should quaff from the cisterns of 

creation 
Stagnant draughts, for those fresh springs that rise in the Creator. 

Only, being burdened with the body, spiritual appetite is warped, 

And sensual man, with taste corrupted, drinketh of pollutions : 

Impulse is left, but indiscriminate ; his hunger feasteth upon carrion ; 

His natural love of beauty doateth over beauty in decay. 

He still thirsteth for the beautiful ; but his delicate ideal hath grown 

gross, 
And the very sense of thirst hath been fevered from affection into 

passion. 
He remembereth the blessedness of light, but it is with an old man's 

memory, 
A blind old man from infancy, that once hath seen the sun, 
Whom long experience of night hath darkened in his cradle recollections, 
Until his brightest thought of noon is but a shade of black. 

This then is thy charm, O beauty all pervading ; 

And this thy wondrous strength, O beauty, conqueror of all : 

The outline of our shadowy best, the pure and comely creature, 

That winneth on the conscience with a saddening admiration : 

And some untutored thirst for God, the root of every pleasure, 

Native to creatures, yea in ruin, and dating from the birthday of the 

soul. 
For God sealeth up the sum, confirmed exemplar of proportions, 
Rich in love, full of wisdom, and perfect in the plenitude of Beauty. 




F F 



OF FAME. 





Q ^¥ 'eg 
LOW the trumpet, spread the wing, 

scroll upon the sky, 
Rouse the slumbering world, O Fame, and fill 

the sphere with echo ! 
— Beneath thy blast they wake, and murmurs 

come hoarsely on the wind, 
And flashing eyes and bristling hands proclaim 

they hear thy message : 
Rolling and surging as a sea, that upturned 

flood of faces 
Hasteneth with its million tongues to spread 

e wondrous tale ; 
The hum of added voices groweth to the roar- 
ing of a cataract, 
And rapidly from wave to wave is tossed that 
exaggerated story, 
Until those stunning clamours, gradually diluted in the distance, 
Sink ashamed, and shrink afraid of noise, and die away. 
Then brooding Silence, forth from his hollow caverns, 
Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow, 
Once more is mingled with the multitude, whispering as he walketh, 
And hushing all their eager ears, to hear some newer Fame. 



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So all is still again ; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten ; 

A stirring recollection of the trumpet ringeth in the hearts of men : 

And each one, either envious or admiring, hath wished the chance were his 

To fill as thus the startled world with fame, or fear, or wonder. 

This lit thy torch of sacrilege, Ephesian Eratostratus ; 

This dug thy living grave, Pythagoras, the traveller from Hades ; 

For this, dived Empedocles into Etna's fiery whirlpool ; 

For this conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared their perilous crimes. 

In all men, from the monarch to the menial, lurketh lust of fame : 

The savage and the sage alike regard their labours proudly : 

Yea, in death, the glazing eye is illumined by the hope of reputation, 

And the stricken warrior is glad, that his wounds are salved with glory. 

For fame is a sweet self-homage, an ottering grateful to the idol, 
A spiritual nectar for the spiritual thirst, a mental food for mind, 
A pregnant evidence to all of an after immaterial existence, 
A proof that soul is scatheless, when its dwelling is dissolved. 
And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and the good : 
Pleasures, various in kind, and spiced to every palate : 
The thoughtful loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality, 
The industrious and deserving, as a symbol of just appreciation, 
The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a man's own kin, 
And common minds, as a flattering fact that men have been told of their 
existence. 

There is a blameless love of fame, springing from desire of justice, 
When a man hath featly won and fairly claimed his honours : 
And then fame cometh as encouragement to the inward consciousness of 
merit. 



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Gladdening by the kindliness and thanks, wherewithal his labours are 

rewarded. 
But there is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, 
Waiting upon vanity and sloth, and utterly regardless of deserving : 
And then fame cometh as a curse ; the fire-damp is gathered in the 

mine : 
The soul is swelled with poisonous air, and a spark of temptation shall 

explode it. 

Idle causes, noised awhile, shall yield most active consequents, 

And therefore it were ill upon occasion to scorn the voice of rumour. 

Ye have seen the chemist in his art mingle invisible gases ; 

And lo, the product is a substance, a heavy dark precipitate : 

Even so fame, hurtling on the quiet with many meeting tongues, 

Can out of nothing bring forth fruits, and blossom on a nourishment of 

air. 
For many have earned honour, and thereby rank and riches, 
From false and fleeting tales, some casual mere mistake ; 
And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with 

poverty and scorn. 
From envious hints and ill reports, the slanders cast on innocence. 
Whom may not scandal hit ? those shafts are shot at a venture : 
Who standeth not in danger of suspicion ? that net hath caught the 

noblest. 
Caesar's wife was spotless, but a martyr to false fame ; 
And Rumour, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy : 
Many poor and many rich have testified its popular omnipotence, 
And many a panic-stricken army hath perished with the host of the 

Assyrians. 



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Nevertheless, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time ; 

So the matter be not merchandize nor conquest, fear thou less for character. 

If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer ; 

Yea, rather give him license for awhile ; it shall help thine honour 

afterward : 
Never yet was calumny engendered, but good men speedily discerned it, 
And innocence hath burst from its injustice, as the green world rolling out 

of Chaos. 
What, though still the wicked scoff, — this also turneth to his praise ; 
Did ye never hear that censure of the bad is buttress to a good man's glory ? 
What, if the ignorant still hold out, obstinate in unkind judgment, — 
Ignorance and calumny are paired ; we affirm by two negations : 
Let them stand round about, pushing at the column in a circle, 
For all their toil and wasted strength, the foolish do but prop it. 
And note thou this ; in the secret of their hearts, they feel the taunt is false, 
And cannot help but reverence the courage, that walketh amid calumnies 

unanswering : 
He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell ; 
He trusted in God his Judge : neither arrows nor the pestilence shall harm 

him. 

A high heart is a sacrifice to Heaven : should it stoop among the creepers 

in the dust, 
To tell them that what God approved, is worthy of their praise ? 
Never shall it heed the thought ; but flaming on in triumph to the skies, 
And quite forgetting fame, shall find it added as a trophy. 
A great mind is an altar on a hill : should the priest descend from his 

altitude, 
To canvass offerings and worship from dwellers on the plain ? 



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Rather, with majestic perseverance will he minister in solitary grandeur, 
Confident the time will come, when pilgrims shall be flocking to the shrine. 
For fame is the birthright of genius ; and he recketh not how long it be 

delayed ; 
The heir need not hasten to his heritage, when he knoweth that his tenure 

is eternal. 
The careless poet of Avon, was he troubled for his fame, 
Or the deep-mouthed chronicler of Paradise, heeded he the suffrage of his 

equals ? 
Maeonides took no thought, committing all his honours to the future, 
And Flaccus, standing on his watch-tower, spied the praise of ages. 

Smoking flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world ; 

Where is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapour ? 

The village stream swelled to a river, and the river was a kingdom's 

wealth, 
Where is he who boasted he could step across that stream ? 
Such are the beginnings of the famous : little in the judgment of their 

peers, 
The juster verdict of posterity shall fix them in the orbits of the Great. 
Therefore dull Zoilus, clamouring ascendant of the hour, 
Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame : 
Therefore mocking Momus, offended at the steps of Beauty, 
Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne 

among the stars. 
For, as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, 
Until that screening Alp have darkened all the canton,— 
So, Fame groweth to its great ones ; their images loom longer in departing ; 
But the shadow of mind is light, and earth is filled with its glory. 



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And thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, 

Wouldst thou find applause with men ? — seek it not, nor shun it. 

Ancient fame is roofed in cedar, and her walls are marble ; 

Modern fame lodgeth in a hut, a slight and temporary dwelling : 

Lay not up the treasures of thy soul within so damp a chamber, 

For the moth of detraction shall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy 

motive ; 
Or the rust of disheartening reserve shall spoil the lustre of thy gold, 
Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass ; 
Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, 
And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them ! 

There is a magnanimity in recklessness of fame, so fame be well deserving, 

That rusheth on in fearless might, the conscious sense of merit : 

And there is a littleness in jealousy of fame, looking as aware of weakness, 

That creepeth cautiously along, afraid that its title will be challenged. 

The wild boar, full of beechmast, flingeth him down among the brambles; 

Secure in bristly strength, without a watch, he sleepeth : 

But the hare, afraid to feed, croucheth in its own soft form ; 

Wakefully with timid eyes, and quivering ears, he listeneth. 

Even so, a giant's might is bound up in the soul of Genius, 

His neck is strong with confidence, and he goeth tusked with power : 

Sturdily he roameth in the forest, or sunneth him in fen and field, 

And scareth from his marshy lair a host of fearful foes. 

But there is a mimic Talent, whose safety lieth in its quickness, 

A timorous thing of doubling guile, that scarce can face a friend : 

This one is captious of reproof, provident to snatch occasion, 

Greedy of applause, and vexed to lose one tittle of the glory. 

He is a poor warder of his fame, who is ever on the watch to keep it spotless ; 



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Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. 
Passive strength shall scorn excuses, patiently waiting a re-action, 
He wotteth well that truth is great, and must prevail at last ; 
But fretful weakness hasteth to explain, anxiously dreading prejudice, 
And ignorant that perishable falsehood dieth as a branch cut off. 

Purity of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend 

To prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others. 

And it shall be small care to the high and happy conscience 

What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools may judge. 

Should the lion turn and rend every snarling jackal, 

Or an eagle be stopt in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows ? 

Should the palm-tree bend his crown to chide the briar at his feet, 

Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope, and be ambitious ? 

Should the nightingale account it worth her pains to vindicate her music, 

Before some sorry finches, that affect to judge of song ? 

No : many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur, 

Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame : 

For well they wot that glory shall be tinctured good or evil, 

By the character of those who give it, as wine is flavoured by the wineskin 

So that worthy fame floweth only from a worthy fountain, 

But from an ill-conditioned troop the best report is worthless. 

And if the sensibility of genius count his injuries in secret, 

Wisely will he hide the pains a hardened herd would mock : 

For the great mind well may be sad to note such littleness in brethren, 

The while he is comforted and happy in the firmest assurance of desert. 

Cease awhile, gentle scholar ; — seek other thoughts and themes ; 
Or dazzling Fame with wildfire light shall lure us on for ever. 



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For look, all subjects of the mind may range beneath its banner, 

And time would fail and patience droop, to count that numerous host. 

The mine is deep, and branching wide, — and who can work it out ? 

Years of thought would leave untold the boundless topic, Fame. 

Every matter in the universe is linked in suchwise unto others, 

That a deep full treatise upon one thing might reach to the history of all 

things : 
And before some single thesis had been followed out in all its branches, 
The wandering thinker would be lost in the pathless forest of existence. 
What were the matter or the spirit, that hath no part in Fame ? 
Where were the fact irrelevant, or the fancy out of place ? 
For the handling of that mighty theme should stretch from past to future, 
Catching up the present on its way, as a traveller burdened with time. 
All manner of men, their deeds, hopes, fortunes, and ambitions, 
All manner or events and things, climate, circumstance, and custom, 
Wealth and war, fear and hope, contentment, jealousy, devotion, 
Skill and learning, truth, falsehood, knowledge of things gone and things to 

come, 
Pride and praise, honour and dishonour, warnings, ensamples, emulations, 
The excellent in virtues, and the reprobate in vice, with the cloud of 

indifferent spectators, — 
Wave on wave with flooding force throng the shoals of thought, 
Filling that immeasurable theme, the height and depth of Fame. 
With soul unsatisfied and mind dismayed, my feet have touched the 

threshold, 
Fain to pour these flowers and fruits an offering on that altar : 
Lo, how vast the temple, — there are clouds within the dome ! 
Yet might the huge expanse be filled, with volumes writ on Fame. 



G o 



OF FLATTERY. 





USIC is commended of the deaf: — but is that 

praise despised ? 
I trow not : with flattered soul the musician 

heard him gladly. 
Beauty is commended of the blind : — but is 

that compliment misliking ? 
I trow not : though false and insincere, woman 

listened greedily. 
Vacant Folly talketh high of Learning's deepest 

reason : 
fi Is she hated for her hollowness ? — learning held 

her wiser for the nonce. 
S v The worldly and the sensual, to gain some end, 

did homage to religion : 
~\y/ And the good man gave thanks as for a con- 
vert, where others saw the hypocrite. 



Yet none of these were cheated at the heart, nor steadily believed those 

flatteries ; 
They feared the core was rotten, while they hoped the skin was sound : 
Hut the fruits have so sweet fragrance, and are verily so pleasant to the eyes, 
It were an ungracious disenchantment to find them apples of Sodom. 
So they laboured to think all honest, winking hard with both their eyes ; 



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And hushed up every whisper that could prove that praise absurd : 
They willingly regard not the infirmities that make such worship vain, 
And palliate to their own fond hearts the faults they will not see. 
For the idol rejoiceth in his incense, and loveth not to shame his suppliants, 
Should he seek to find them false, his honours die with theirs : 
An offering is welcome for its own sake, set aside the giver, 
And praise is precious to a man, though uttered by the parrot or the 
mocking-bird. 

The world is full of fools ; and sycophancy liveth on the foolish : 

So he groweth great and rich, that fawning supple parasite. 

Sometimes he boweth like a reed, cringing to the pompousness of pride, 

Sometimes he strutteth as a gallant, pampering the fickleness of vanity ; 

I have known him listen with the humble, enacting silent marveller, 

To hear some purse-proud dunce expose his poverty of mind ; 

I have heard him wrangle with the obstinate, vowing that he will not be 

convinced, 
When some weak youth hath wisely feared the chance of ill success : 
Now, he will barely be a winner, — to magnify thy triumphs afterward ; 
Now, he will hardly be a loser, — but cannot cease to wonder at thy skill : 
He laudeth his own worth, that the leader may have glory in his follower; 
He meekly confesseth his unworthiness, that the leader may have glory in 

himself. 
Many wiles hath he, and many modes of catching, 
But every trap is selfishness, and every bait is praise. 

Come, I would forewarn thee and forearm thee ; for keen are the weapons 

of his warfare ; 
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His thoughts are full of guile, deceitfully combining contrarieties, 

And when he doeth battle in a man, he is leagued with traitorous Self-love. 

Strange things have I noted, and opposite to common fancy ; 

We leave the open surface, and would plumb the secret depths. 

For he will magnify a lover, even to disparaging his mistress ; 

So much wisdom, goodness, grace, — and all to be enslaved ? 

Till the Narcissus, self-enamoured, whelmed in floods of flattery, 

Is cheated from the constancy and fervency of love by friendship's subtle 

praise. 
Moreover, he will glorify a parent, even to the censure of his child, — 
O degenerate scion, of a stock so excellent and noble ! 
Scant will he be in well-earned praise of a son before his father ; 
And rarely commendeth to a mother her daughter's budding beauty : 
Yet shall he extol the daughter to her father, and be warm about the son 

before his mother ; 
Knowing that self-love entereth not, to resist applause with jealousies. 
Wisely is he sparing of hyperbole where vehemence of praise would humble, 
For many a father liketh ill to be counted second to his son : 
And shrewdly the flatterer hath reckoned on a self still lurking in the mother, 
When his tongue was slow to speak of graces in the daughter. 
But if he descend a generation, to the grandsire his talk is of the grandson, 
Because in such high praise he hideth the honours of the son ; 
And the daughter of a daughter may well exceed, in beauty, love, and 

learning, 
For unconsciously old age perceived — she cannot be my rival. 
These are of the deep things of flattery : and many a shallow sycophant 
Hath marvelled ill that praise of children seldom won their parents. 
This therefore note, unto detection : flattery can sneer as well as smile ; 
And a master in the craft wotteth well, that his oblique thrust is surest. 



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Flattery sticketh like a burr, holding to the soil with anchors, 

A vital, natural, subtle seed, everywhere hardy and indigenous. 

Go to the storehouse of thy memory, and take what is readiest to thy 

hand, — 
The noble deed, the clever phrase, for which thy pride was flattered : 
Oh, it hath been dwelt upon in solitude, and comforted thy heart in crowds, 
It hath made thee walk as in a dream, and lifted up the head above thy 

fellows ; 
It hath compensated months of gloom, that minute of sweet sunshine, 
Drying up the pools of apathy, and kindling the fire of ambition : 
Yea, the flavour of that spice, mingled in the cup of life, 
Shall linger even to the dregs, and still be tasted with a welcome ; 
The dame shall tell her grandchild of her coy and courted youth, 
And the greybeard prateth of a stranger, who praised his task at school. 

Ofttimes to the sluggard and the dull, flattery hath done good service, 

Quickening the mind to emulation, and encouraging the heart that failed. 

Even so, a stimulating poison, wisely tendered by the leech, 

Shall speed the pulse, and rally life, and cheat astonished death. 

For, as a timid swimmer ventureth afloat with bladders, 

Until self-confidence and growth of skill have made him spurn their aid, 

Thus commendation may be prudent, where a child hath ill deserved ii ; 

B^ut praise unmerited is flattery, and the cure will bring its cares : 

For thy son may find thee out, and thou shalt rue the remedy : 

Yea, rather, where thou canst not praise, be honest in rebuke. 

I have seen the objects of a flatterer mirrored clearly on the surface, 

Where self-love scattereth praise, to gather praise again. 

This is a commodity of merchandize, words put out at interest : 



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A scheme for canvassing opinions, and tinging them all with partiality. 

He is but a harmless fool ; humour him with pitiful good-nature : 

If a poetaster quote thy song, be thou tender to his poem : 

Did the painter praise thy sketch ? be kind, commend his picture ; 

He looketh for a like return ; then thank him with thy praise. 

In these small things with these small minds count thou the sycophant a 

courtier, 
And pay back, as blindly as ye may, the too transparent honour. 

Also, where the flattery is delicate, coming unobtrusive and in season, 

Though thou be suspicious of its truth, be generous at least to its gentility. 

The skilful thief of Lacedaemon had praise before his judges, 

And many caitiffs win applause for genius in their callings. 

Moreover, his meaning may be kind, — and thou art a debtor to his tongue j 

Hasten well to pay the debt, with charity and shrewdness : 

He must not think thee caught, nor feel himself discovered, 

Nor find thine answering compliment as hollow as his own. 

Though he be a smiling enemy, let him heed thee as the fearless and the 

friendly ; 
A searching look, a poignant word, may prove thou art aware : 
Still, with compassion to the frail, though keen to see his soul, 
Let him not fear for thy discretion : see thou keep his secret, and thine own. 

However, where the flattery is gross, a falsehood clear and fulsome, 

Crush the venomous toad, and spare not for a jewel in its head. 

Tell the presumptuous in flattery, that or ever he bespatter thee with praise, 

It might be well to stop and ask how little it were worth : 

Thou hast not solicited his suffrage, — let him not force thee to refuse it ; 

Look to it, man, thy fence is foiled, — and thus we spoil the plot. 



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Self-knowledge goeth armed, girt with many weapons, 

But carrieth whips for flattery, to lash it like a slave : 

But the dunce in that great science goeth as a greedy tunny, 

To gorge both bait and hook, unheeding all but appetite : 

He smelleth praise and swalloweth, — yea, though it be palpable and plain, 

Say unto him, Folly, thou art Wisdom, — he will bless thee for thy lie. 

Flatterer, thou shalt rue thy trade, though it have many present gains ; 

Those varnished wares may sell apace, yet shall they spoil thy credit. 

Thine is the intoxicating cup, which whoso drinketh it shall nauseate : 

Thine is trickery and cheating ; but deception never pleased for long. 

And though while fresh thy fragrance seemed even as the dews of charity, 

Yet afterwards it fouled thy censer, as with savour of stale smoke. 

For the great mind detected thee at once, answering thine emptiness with pity, 

He saw thy self-interested zeal, and was not cozened by vain-glory : 

And the little mind is bloated with the praise, scorning him who gave it, 

A fool shall turn to be thy tyrant, an thou hast dubbed him great : 

And the medium mind of common men, loving first thy music, 

After, when the harmonies are done, shall feel small comfort in their echoes ; 

For either he shall know thee false, conscious of contrary deservings, 

And, hating thee for falsehood, soon will scorn himself for truth, 

Or, if in aught to toilsome merit honest praise be due, 

Though for a season, belike, his weakness hath been raptured at thy 

witching, 
Shall he not speedily perceive, to the vexing of his disappointed spirit, 
That thine exaggerated tongue hath robbed him of fair fame ? 
Thou hast paid in forger's coins, and he had earned true money : 
For the substance of just praise, thou hast put him off with shadows of the 

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Thou art all things to all men, for ends false and selfish, 

Therefore shalt be nothing unto any one, when those thine ends are seen. 

Turn aside, young scholar, turn from the song of Flattery ! 

She hath the Siren's musical voice, to ravish and betray. 

Her tongue droppeth honey, but it is the honey of Anticyra ; 

Her face is a mask of fascination, but there hideth deformity behind ; 

Her coming is the presence of a queen, heralded by courtesy and beauty, 

But, going away, her train is held by the hideous dwarf, Disgust. 

Know thyself, thine evil as thy good, and flattery shall not harm thee : 

Yea, her speech shall be a warning, a humbling and a guide. 

For wherein thou lackest most, there chiefly will the sycophant commend 

thee, 
And then most warmly will congratulate, when a man hath least deserved. 
Behold, she is doubly a traitor ; and will underrate her victim's best, 
That, to the comforting of conscience, she may plead his worse for 

better. 

Therefore, is she dangerous, — as every lie is dangerous : 

Believe her tales, and perish : if thou act upon such counsel. 

Her aims are thine not thee, thy wealth and not thy welfare, 

Thy sufFrage not thy safety, thine aid and not thine honour. 

Moreover, with those aims insured, ceaseth all her glozing ; 

She hath used thee as a handle, — but her hand was wise to turn it ; 

Thus will she glorify her skill, that it deftly caught thy kindness, 

Thus will she scorn thy kindness, so pliable and easy to her skill. 

And then, the flatterer will turn to be thy roe, the bitterest and hottest, 

Because he oweth thee much hate to pay ofF many humblings. 



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Thinkest thou now that he is high, he loveth the remembrance of his 

lowliness, 
The servile manner, the dependent smile, the conscience self-abased ? 
No, this hour is his own, and the flatterer will be found a busy mocker ; 
He that hath salved thee with his tongue, shall now gnash upon thee with 

his teeth ; 
Yea, he will be leader in the laugh, — silly one, to listen to thy loss, 
We scarce had hoped to lime and take another of the fools of flattery. 

At the last; have charity, young scholar, — yea, to the sycophant convicted ; 

Be not a Brutus to thyself, nor stern in thine own cause. 

Pardon exaggerated praise ; for there is a natural impulse, 

Spurring on the nobler mind, to colour facts by feelings : 

Take an indulgent view of each man's interest in self, 

Be large and liberal in excuses ; is not that infirmity thine own ? 

Search thy soul and be humble ; and mercy abideth with humility ; 

So that, yea, the insincere may find thee pitiful, and love thee. 

Mildly put aside, without rudeness of repulse, the pampering hand of 

flattery, 
For courtesy and kindness have gone beneath its guise, and ill shouldst thou 

rebuke them. 

Thou art incapable of theft : but flowers in the garden of a friend 

Are thine to pluck with confidence, and it were unfriendliness to hesitate : 

Thou abhorrest flattery : but a generous excess in praise 

Is thine to yield with honest heart, and false were the charity to doubt it : 

The difference lieth in thine aim ; kindliness and good are of charity, 

But selfish, harmful, vile, and bad, is Flattery's evil end. 



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GENEROUS and righteous is thy grief, slighted child of sensibility; 
For kindliness enkindleth love, but the waters of indifference quench it 
Thy soul is athirst for sympathy, and hungereth to find affection, 
The tender scions of thy heart yearn for the sunshine of good feeling ; 
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Going forth gaily in the morning to woo the world with smiles, 

Is met by those wayfaring men with coldness, suspicion, and repulse, 

And turneth into hard dead stone at the Gorgon visage of Neglect. 

brother, warm and young, covetous of others' favour, 

1 see thee checked and chilled, sorrowing for censure or forgetfulness : 
Let coarse and common minds despise — that wounding of thy vanity, 
Alas, I note a sorer cause, the blighting of thy love ; 

Let the callous sensual deride thee, — disappointed of thy praise, 
Alas, thou hast a juster grief, defrauded of their kindness : 
It is a theme for tears to feel the soft heart hardening, 
The frozen breath of apathy sealing up the fountain of affection ; 
It is a pang, keen only to the best, to be injured well-deserving, 
And slumbering Neglect is injury, — Could ye not watch one hour ? 
When God Himself complained, it was that none regarded, 
And indifference bowed to the rebuke, Thou gavest Me no kiss when I 
came in. 

Moreover, praise is good ; honour is a treasure to be hoarded \ 

A good man's praise foreshadoweth God's, and in His smile is heaven : 

But men walk on in hardihood, steeling their sinfulness to censure, 

And when rebuke is ridiculed, the love of praise were an infirmity ; 

The judge thou heedest not in fear, cannot have deep homage of thy 

hope, 
And who then is the wise of this world, that will own he trembleth at his 

fellows ? 
Calm, careless, and insensible, he mocketh blame or calumny, 
Neither should his dignity be humbled to some pittance of their praise ; 
The rather, let false pride affect to trample on the treasure 
Which evermore in secret strength unconquered Nature prizeth ; 



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Rather, shall he stifle now the rising bliss of triumph, 

Lest after, in the world's Neglect, he must acknowledge bitterness. 

For lo, that world is wide, a huge and crowded continent, 

Its brazen sun is mammon, and its iron soil is care : 

A world full of men, where each man clingeth to his idol ; 

A world full of men, where each man cherisheth his sorrow ; 

A world full of men, multitude shoaling upon multitude ; 

A surging sea, where every wave is burdened with an argosy of self; 

A boundless beach, where every stone is a separate microscopic world : 

A forest of innumerable trees, where every root is independent. 

What then is the marvel or the shame, if units be lost among the 

million ? 
Canst thou reasonably murmur, if a leaf drop off unnoticed ? 
Wondrous in architecture, intricate and beautiful, delicately tinged and 

scented, 
Exquisite of feeling and mysterious in life, none cared for its growth, or its 

decay : 
None ? yea, — no one of its fellows, — nor cedar, palm, nor bramble, — 
None ? its twin-born brother scarcely missed it from the spray : 
None ? — if none indeed, then man's neglect were bitterness ; 
And Life a land without a sun, a globe without a God ! 
Yea, flowers in the desert, there be that love your beauty ; 
Yea, jewels in the sea, there be that prize your brightness ; 
Children of unmerited oblivion, there be that watch and woo you, 
And many tend your sweets, with gentle ministering care : 
Thronging spirits of the happy, and the ever-present Good One 
Yearning seek those precious things, man hath not heart to love, 



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Gems of the humblest or the highest, pure and patient in their kind, 
The souls unhar'dened by ill usage, and uncorrupt by luxury. 

And ye, poor desolates unsunned, toilers in the dark damp mine, 
Wearied daughters of oppression, crushed beneath the car of avarice, 
There be that count your tears, — He hath numbered the hairs of thy 

head, — 
There be that can forgive your ill, with kind considerate pity : 
Count ye this for comfort, Justice hath her balances, 
And yet another world can compensate for all : 
The daily martyrdom of patience shall not be wanting of reward ; 
Duty is a prickly shrub, but its flower will be happiness and glory. 

Ye too, the friendless, yet dependent, that find nor home nor lover, 

Sad imprisoned hearts, captive to the net of circumstance, — 

And ye, too harshly judged, noble unappreciated intellects, 

Who, capable of highest, lowlier fix your just ambition in content, — 

And chiefest, ye, famished infants of the poor, toiling for your parents' 

bread, 
Tired, and sore, and uncomforted the while, for want of love and learning, 
Who struggle with the pitiless machine in dull continuous conflict, 
Tasked by iron men, who care for nothing but your labour, — 
Be ye long-suffering and courageous : abide the will of Heaven ; 
God is on your side ; all things are tenderly remembered : 
His servants here shall help you ; and where those fail you through 

Neglect, 
His kingdom still hath time and space for ample discriminative Justice : 
Yea, though utterly on this bad earth ye lose both right and mercy, 
The tears that we forgat to note, our God shall wipe away. 



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Nevertheless, kind spirit, susceptible and guileless, 

Meek uncherished dove, in a carrion flock of fowls, 

Sensitive mimosa, shrinking from the winds that help to root the fir, 

Fragile nautilus, shipwrecked in the gale whereat the conch is glad, 

Thy sharp peculiar grief is uncomforted by hope of compensation, 

For it is a delicate and spiritual wound, which the probe of pity bruiseth : 

Yet hear how many thoughts extenuate its pain ; 

Even while a kindred heart can sorrow for its presence. 

For the sting of neglect is in this, — that such as we are all, forget us, 

That men and women, kith and kin, so lightly heed of other : . 

Sympathy is lacking from the guilty such as we, even where angels minister, 

And souls of fine accord must prize a fellow-sinner's love ; 

For the worst love those who love them, and the best claim heart for heart, 

And it is a holy thirst to long for love's requital : 

Hard it will be, hard and sad, to love and be unloved ; 

And many a thorn is thrust into the side of him that is forgotten. 

The oppressive silence of reserve, the frost of failing friendship, 

Affection blighted by repulse, or chilled by shallow courtesy, 

The unaided struggle, the unconsidered grief, the unesteemed self-sacrifice, 

The gift, dear evidence of kindness, long due, but never offered, 

The glance estranged, the letter flung aside, the greeting ill received, 

The services of unobtrusive care unthanked, perchance unheeded, 

These things, which hard men mock at, rend the feelings of the tender, 

For the delicate tissue of a spiritual mind is torn by those sharp barbs ; 

The coldness of a trusted friend, a plenitude ending in vacuity, 

Is as if the stable world had burst a hollow bubble. 

But consider, child of sensibility ; the lot of men is labour, 

Labour for the mouth, or labour in the spirit, labour stern and individual. 



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Worldly cares and worldly hopes exact the thoughts of all, 

And there is a necessary selfishness, rooted in each mortal breast. 

The plans of prudence, or the whisperings of pride, or all-absorbing 

reveries of love, 
Ambition, grief, or fear, or joy, set each man for himself; 
Therefore, the centre of a cycle, whereunto all the universe convergeth, 
Is seen in fallen solitude, the naked selfish heart : 
Stripped of conventional deceptions, untrammelled from the harness of 

society, 
We all may read one little word engraved on all we do ; 
Other men, what are they unto us ? the age, the mass, the million, — 
We segregate, distinct from generalities, that isolated particle, a self: 
It is the very law of our life, a law for soul and body, 
An earthly law for earthly men, toiling in responsible probation. 
For each is the all unto himself, disguise it as we may, 
Each infinite, each most precious ; yet even as a nothing to his neighbour. 
O consider, we be crowding up an avenue, trapped in the decoy of 

time, 
Behind us the irrevocable past, before us the illimitable future : 
What wonder is there, if the traveller, wayworn, hopeful, fearful, 
Burdened himself, so lightly heed the burden of his brother ? 
How shouldst thou marvel and be sad, that the pilgrims trouble not to 

learn thee, 
When each hath to master for himself the lessons of life and immortality ? 

Moreover, what art thou, — so vainly impatient of Neglect, 
Where then is thy worthiness, that so thou claimest honour ? 
Let the true judgment of humility reckon up thine ill deserts, 
How little is there to be loved, how much to stir up scorn ! 



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The double heart, the bitter tongue, the rash and erring spirit, 

Be these, ye purest among men, your passports unto favour ? 

It is mercy in the Merciful, and justice in the Just, to be jealous of His 

creature's love, 
But how should evil or duplicity arrogate affection to itself? 
Where love is happiness and duty, to be jealous of that love is godlike, 
But who can reverence the guilty ? who findeth pleasure in the mean ? 
Check the presumption of thy hopes : thankfully take refuge in obscurity, 
Or, if thou claimest merit, thy sin shall be proclaimed upon the housetops. 

Yet again : consider them of old, the good, the great, the learned, 

Who have blessed the world by wisdom, and glorified their God by 

purity. 
Did those speed in favour ? were they the loved and the admired ? 
Was every prophet had in honour ? and every deserving one remembered 

to his praise ? 
What shall I say of yonder band, a glorious cloud of witnesses, 
The scorned, defamed, insulted, — but the excellent of earth ? 
It were weariness to count up noble names, neglected in their lives, 
Whom none esteemed, nor cared to love, till death had sealed them his. 
For good men are the health of the world, valued only when it perisheth, 
Like water, light, and air, all precious in their absence. 
Who hath considered the blessing of his breath, till the poison of an asthma 

struck him ? 
Who hath regarded the just pulses of his heart, till spasm or paralysis have 

stopped them ? 
Even thus, an unobserved routine of daily grace and wisdom, 
When no more here, had worship of a world, whose penitence atoned for 

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And living genius is seen among infirmities, wherefrom the commoner are 

free ; 
And other rival men of mind crowd this arena of contention ; 
And there be many cares ; and a man knoweth little of his brother ; 
Feebly we appreciate a motive, and slowly keep pace with a feeling : 
And social difference is much ; and experience teacheth sadly, 
How great the treachery of friends, how dangerous the courtesy of 

enemies. 
So, the sum of all these things operateth largely upon all men, 
Hedging us about with thorns, to cramp our yearning sympathies, 
And we grow materialized in mind, forgetting what we see not, 
But, immersed in perceptions of the present, keep things absent out of 

thought : 
Thus, where ingratitude, and guilt, and labour, and selfishness would 

harden, 
Humbly will the good man bow, unmurmuring, to Neglect. 

Yet once more, griever at Neglect, hear me to thy comfort, or rebuke : 

For, after all thy just complaint, the world is full of love. 

O heart of childhood, tender, trusting, and affectionate, 

O youth, warm youth, full of generous attentions, 

O woman, self-forgetting woman, poetry of human life, 

And not less thou, O man, so often the disinterested brother, 

Many a smile of love, many a tear of pity, 

Many a word of comfort, many a deed of magnanimity, 

Many a stream of milk and honey pour ye freely on the earth, 

And many a rosebud of love rejoiceth in the dew of your affection. 

Neglect ? O liberal world, for thine are many prizes : 

Neglect ? O charitable world, where thousands feed on bounty ; 



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Neglect ? O just world, for thy judgments err not often ; 

Neglect ? O libel on a world where half that world is woman ! 

Where is the afflicted, whose voice, once heard, stirreth not a host of 

comforters ? 
Where is the sick untended, or in prison, and they visited him not ? 
The hungry is fed, and the thirsty satisfied, till ability set limits to the will, 
And those who did it unto them, have done it unto God ! 
For human benevolence is large, though many matters dwarf it, 
Prudence, ignorance, imposture, and the straitenings of circumstance and 

time. 
And if to the body, so to the mind, the mass of men are generous ; 
Their estimate, who know us best, is seldom seen to err ; 
Be sure the fault is thine, as pride, or shallowness, or vanity, 
If all around thee, good and bad, neglect thy seeming merit : 
No man yet deserved, who found not some to love him ; 
And he, that never kept a friend, need only blame himself: 
Many for unworthiness will droop and die, but all are not unworthy ; 
It must indeed be cold clay soil, that killeth every seed. 
Therefore, examine thy state, O self-accounted martyr of Neglect, 
It may be, thy merit is a cubit, and thy measure thereof a furlong ; 
But grant it greater than thy thoughts, and grant that men thy fellows, 
For pleasure, business, or interest, misuse, forget, neglect thee, — 
Still be thou conqueror in this, the consciousness of high deservings ; 
Let it suffice thee to be worthy ; faint not thou for praise ; 
For that thou art, be grateful ; go humbly even in thy confidence ; 
And set thy foot upon the neck of an enemy so harmless as Neglect. 




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GODLINESS with Contentment, — these be the pillars or felicity, 
Jachin, wherewithal it is established, and Boaz, in the which is strength ; 
And upon their capitals is lily-work, the lotus rruit and flower, 



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Those fair and fragrant types or holiness, innocence, and beauty ; 
Great gain pertaineth to the pillars, nets and chains or wreathen gold, 
And they stand up straight in the temple porch, the house where Glory 
dwelleth. 

The body craveth meats, and the spirit is athirst for peacefulness, 

He that hath these, hath enough ; for all beyond is vanity. 

Surfeit vaulteth over pleasure, to light upon the hither side of pain ; 

And great store is great care, the rather if it mightily increaseth. 

Albeit too little is a trouble, yet too much shall swell into an evil, 

If wisdom stand not nigh to moderate the wishes : 

For covetousness never had enough, but moaneth at its wants for ever, 

And rich men have commonly more need to be taught contentment than 

the poor. 
That hungry chasm in their market-place gapeth still unsatisfied, 
Yea, fling in all the wealth of Rome, — it asketh higher victims ; 
So, when the miser's gold cannot fill the measure of his lust, 
Curtius must leap into the pit, and avarice shall close upon his life. 

Behold Independence in his rags, all too easily contented, 

Careful for nothing, thankful for much, and uncomplaining in his 

poverty : 
Such an one have I somewhile seen earn his crust with gladness ; 
He is a gatherer of simples, culling wild herbs upon the hills ; 
And now, as he sitteth on the beach, with his motherless child beside 

him, 
To rest them in the cheerful sun, and sort their mints and horehound, — 
Tell me, can ye find upon his forehead the cloud of covetous anxiety, 
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For there is more joy of life with that poor picker of the ditches, 

Than among the multitude of wealthy who wed their gains to discontent. 

I have seen many rich, burdened with the fear of poverty, 

I have seen many poor, buoyed with all the carelessness of wealth : 

For the rich had the spirit of a pauper, and the moneyless a liberal heart ; 

The first enjoyeth not for having, and the latter hath nothing but 

enjoyment. 
None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and 

unbelieving ; 
None is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and floweth 

over. 
The poor-rich is attenuate for fears, the rich-poor is fattened upon 

hopes ; 
Cheerfulness is one man's welcome, and the other warneth from him by 

his gloom. 
Many poor have the pleasures of the rich, even in their own possessions ; 
And many rich miss the poor man's comforts, and yet feel all his cares. 
Liberty is affluence, and the Helots of anxiety never can be counted 

wealthy ; 
But he that is disenthralled from fear, goeth for the time a king ; 
He is royal, great, and opulent, living free of fortune, 
And looking on the world as owner of its good, the Maker's child and 

heir : 
Whereas, the covetous is slavish, a very Midas in his avarice, 
Full of dismal dreams, and starved amongst his treasures: 
The ceaseless spur of discontent goaded him with instant apprehension, 
And his thirst for gold could never be quenched, for he drank with the 

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Vanity, and dreary disappointment, care, and weariness, and envy ; 

Vanity is graven upon all things ; wisely spake the preacher. 

For ambition is a burning mountain, thrown up amid the turbid sea, 

A Stromboli in sullen pride above the hissing waves; 

And the statesman climbing there, forgetful of his patriot intentions, 

Shall hate the strife of each rough step, or ever he hath toiled midway: 

And every truant from his home, the happy home of duty, 

Shall live to loathe his eminence of cares, that seething smoke and lava. 

Contentment is the temperate repast, flowing with milk and honey : 

Ambition is the drunken orgy, fed by liquid flames: 

A black and bitter frown is stamped upon the forehead of Ambition, 

But fair Contentment's angel-face is rayed with winning smiles. 

There was in Tyre a merchant, the favourite child of fortune, 

An opulent man with many ships, to trade in many climes; 

And he rose up early to his merchandize, after feverish dreaming, 

And lay down late to his hot unrest, overwhelmed with calculated cares. 

So, day by day, and month by month, and year by year, he gained; 

And grew grey, and waxed great: for money brought him all things. 

All things? — verily, not all; the kernel of the nut is lacking, — 

His mind was a stranger to content, and as for Peace, he knew her not: 

Luxuries palled upon his palate, and his eyes were satiate with purple ; 

He could coin much gold, but buy no happiness with it. 

And on a day, a day of dread, in the heat of inordinate ambition, 

When he threw with a gambler's hand, to lose or to double his possessions, 

The chance hit him, — he had speculated ill, — and men began to whisper; — 

Those he trusted, failed ; and their usuries had bribed him deeply ; 

One ship foundered out at sea,— and another met the pirate, — 

And so, with broken fortunes, men discreetly shunned him. 



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He was a stricken stag, and went to hide away in solitude, 

And there in humility, he thought, — he resolved, and promptly acted : 

From the wreck of all his splendours, from the dregs of the goblet of 

affluence, 
He saved with management a morsel and a drop, for his daily cup and 

platter : 
And lo, that little was enough, and in enough was competence; 
His cares were gone, — he slept by night, and lived at peace by day ; 
Cured of his guilty selfishness, — money's love, envy, competition, — 
He lived to be thankful in a cottage that he had lost a palace : 
For he found in his abasement what he vainly had sought in high 

estate, 
Both mind and body well at ease, though robed in the russet of the 

lowly. 

Once more; a certain priest, happy in his high vocation, 

With faith, and hope, and charity, well served his village altar; 

As men count riches, he was poor; but great were his treasures in heaven, 

And great his joys on earth, for God's sake doing good : 

He had few cares and many consolations, one of the welcome everywhere; 

The labourer accounted him his friend, and magnates did him honour at 

their table : 
With a large heart and little means he still made many grateful, 
And felt as the centre of a circle, of comfort, calmness, and content. 
But, on a weaker sabbath, — for he preached both well and wisely, — 
Some casual hearer loudly praised his great neglected talents : 
Why should he be buried in obscurity, and throw these pearls to swine? 
Could he not still be doing good, — the whilst he pushed his fortunes? 
Then came temptation, even on the spark of discontent; 



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The neighbouring town had a pulpit to be filled ; hotly did he canvass, and 

won it: 
Now was he popular and courted, and listened to the spell of admiration, 
And toiled to please the taste, rather than to pierce the conscience. 
Greedily he sought, and seeking found, the patronizing notice of the 

great ; 
He thirsted for emoluments and honours, and counted rich men happy : 
So he flattered, so he preached ; and gold and fame flowed in ; 
They flowed in, — he was reaping his reward, and felt himself a fool. 
Alas, what a shadow was he following, — how precious was the substance 

he had left ! 
Man for God, gold for good, this was his miserable bargain. 
The village church, its humble flock, and humbler parish priest, 
Zeal, devotion, and approving Heaven, — his books, and simple life, 
His little farm and flower-beds, — his recreative rambles with a friend, 
And haply, at eventide, the leaping trouts, to help their humble fare, 
All these wretchedly exchanged for what the world called fortune, 
With the harrowing conscience of a state relapsed to vain ambitions. 
Then, — for God was gracious to his soul, — his better thoughts returned, 
And better aims with better thoughts, his holy walk of old. 
Sickened of style, and ostentation, and the dissipative fashions of society, 
He deserted from the ranks of Mammon, and renewed his allegiance to 

God: 
For he found that the praises of men, and all that gold can give, 
Are not worthy to be named, against godliness and calm contentment. 







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;|ffv CHILD was playing in a garden, a merry- 
little child, 
'(j Bounding with triumphant health, and full of 
■ K p happy fancies ; 

His kite was floating in the sunshine, — but he 
tied the string to a twig 
7^4^> And ran among the roses to catch a new-born 
IpNf* butterfly ; 

pj x v His horn-book lay upon a bank, but the pretty 
% j truant hid it, 

"tv Buried up in gathered grass, and moss, and 
sweet wild-thyme ; 
He launched a paper boat upon the fountain, 

then wayward turned aside, 
To twine some fragrant jessamines about the 
dripping marble : 
So, in various pastime shadowing the schemes of manhood, 
That curly-headed boy consumed the golden hours : 
And I blessed his glowing face, envying the merry little child, 
As he shouted with the ecstasy of being, clapping his hands for joy fulness : 



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For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is happiness and hope, 
Thy days are bright, thy flowers are sweet, and pleasure the condition of 
thy gift. 

A youth was walking in the moonlight, walking not alone, 

For a fair and gentle maid leant on his trembling arm : 

Their whispering was still of beauty, and the light of love was in their eyes, 

Their twin young hearts had not a thought unvowed to love and beauty; 

The stars and the sleeping world, and the guardian eye of God, 

The murmur of the distant waterfall, and nightingales warbling in the 

thicket, 
Sweet speech of years to come, and promises of fondest hope, 
And more, a present gladness in each other's trust, 
All these fed their souls with the hidden manna of affection, 
While their faces shone beatified in the radiance of reflected Eden : 
I gazed on that fond youth, and coveted his heart, 
Attuned to holiest symphonies, with music in its strings : 
For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is love and beauty, 
Thy joys are full, thy looks most fair, thy feelings pure and sensitive. 

A man sat beside his merchandize, a careworn altered man, 

His waking hope, his nightly fear, were money, and its losses: 

Rarely was the laugh upon his cheek, except in bitter scorn 

For his foolishness of heart, and the lie of its romance, counting Love a 

treasure. 
His talk is of stern Reality, chilling unimaginative facts, 
The dull material accidents of this sensual body ; 
Lucreless honour were contemptible, impoverished affection but a pauper's 

riches, 



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Duty, struggling unrewarded, the bargain of a cheated fool : 

The market value of a fancy must be measured by the gain it bringeth, 

No man is fed or clothed by fame, or love, or duty : — 

So toiled he day by day, that cold and joyless man, 

I gazed upon his haggard face, and sorrowed for the change : 

For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is care and weariness, 

r Fhy soil is parched, thy winds are fierce, and the suns above thee hardening. 

A withered elder lay upon his bed, a desolate man and feeble : 
His thoughts were of the past, the early past, the byegone days of youth : 
Bitterly repented he the years stolen by the god of this world : 
Remembering the maiden of his love, and the heart-stricken wife of his 

selfishness. 
For the sunshiny morning of life came again to him a vivid truth, 
But the years of toil as a long dim dream, a cloudy blighted noon : 
He saw the nutting schoolboy, but forgat the speculative merchant ; 
The callous calculating husband was shamed by the generous lover: 
He knew that the weeds of worldliness, and the smoky breath of Mammon 
Had choked and killed those tender shoots, his yearnings after honour and 

affection ; 
So was he sick at heart, and my pity strove to cheer him, 
But a deep and dismal gulf lay between comfort and his soul. 
Then I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is vanity and sorrow, 
Thy storms at noon are many, and thine eventide is clouded by remorse. 

Now, when I thought upon these things, my heart was grieved within 
me: 

I wept, with bitterness of speech, and these were the words of my com- 
plaining : 



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"Wherefore then must happiness and love wither into care and vanity, — 
Wherefore is the bud so beautiful, but flower and fruit so blighted ? 
Hard is the lot of man ; to be lured by the meteor of romance, 
Only to be snared, and to sink, in the turbid mudpool of reality." 

Suddenly, a light, — and a rushing presence, — and a consciousness of 

Something near me, — 
I trembled, and listened, and prayed : then I knew the Angel of Life : 
Vague, and dimly visible, mine eye could not behold Him, 
As, calmly unimpassioned, He looked upon an erring creature; 
Unseen, my spirit apprehended Him; though He spake not, yet I heard: 
For a sympathetic communing with Him flashed upon my mind electric. 

Pensioner of God, be grateful ; the gift of Life is good : 

The life of heart, and life of soul, mingled with life for the body. 

Gladness and beauty are its just inheritance, — the beauty thou hast counted 

for romance : 
And guardian spirits weep that selfishness and sorrow should destroy it. 
Thou hast seen the natural blessing marred into a curse by man ; 
Come then, in favour will I show thee the proper excellence of life. 
Keep thou purity, and watch against suspicion, — love shall never perish ; 
Guard thine innocency spotless, and the buoyancy of childhood shall 

remain. 
Sweet ideals feed the soul, thoughts of loveliness delight it, 
The chivalrous affection of uncalculating youth lacketh not honourable 

wisdom. 
Charge not folly on invisibles, that render thee happier and purer, 
The fair frail visions of Romance have a use beyond the maxims of the 

Real. 



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Behold a patriarch of years, who leaneth on the staff of religion ; 

His heart is fresh, quick to feel, a bursting fount of generosity : 

He, playful in his wisdom, is gladdened in his children's gladness, 

He, pure in his experience, loveth in his son's first love : 

Lofty aspirations, deep affections, holy hopes are his delight j 

His abhorrence is to strip from Life its charitable garment of Idea. 

The cold and callous sneerer, who heedeth of the merely practical, 

And mocketh at good uses in imaginary things, that man is his scorn : 

The hard unsympathizing modern, filled with facts and figures, 

Cautious, and coarse, and materialized in mind, that man is his pity. 

Passionate thirst for gain never hath burnt within his bosom, 

The leaden chains of that dull lust have not bound him prisoner : 

The shrewd world laughed at him for honesty, the vain world mouthed at 

him for honour, 
The false world hated him for truth, the cold world despised him for 

affection : 
Still, he kept his treasure, the warm and noble heart, 
And in that happy wise old man survive the child and lover. 
For human Life is as Chian wine, flavoured unto him who drinketh 

it, 
Delicate fragrance comforting the soul, as needful substance for the 

body : 
Therefore, see thou art pure and guileless ; so shall thy Realities of 

Life 
Be sweetened, and tempered, and gladdened by the wholesome spirit of 

Romance. 

Dost thou live, man, dost thou live, — or only breathe and labour ? 
Art thou free, or enslaved to a routine, the daily machinery of habit ? 



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For, one man is quickened into Life, where thousands exist as in a 

torpor, 
Feeding, toiling, sleeping, an insensate weary round : 
The plough, or the ledger, or the trade, with animal cares and indolence, 
Make the mass of vital years a heavy lump unleavened. 
Drowsily lie down in thy dulness, fettered with the irons of circumstance, 
Thou wilt not wake to think and feel a minute in a month. 
The epitome of common life is seen in the common epitaph, 
Born on such a day, and dead on such another, with an interval of 

threescore years. 
For time hath been wasted on the senses, to the hourly diminishing of 

spirit : 
Lean is the soul and pineth, in the midst of abundance for the body : 
He forgat the worlds to which he tended, and a creature's true nobility, 
Nor wished that hope and wholesome fear should stir him from his hardened 

satisfaction. 
And this is death in life ; to be sunk beneath the waters of the Actual, 
Without one feebly-struggling sense of an airier spiritual realm : 
Affection, fancy, feeling — dead ; imagination, conscience, faith, 
All wilfully expunged, till they leave the man mere carcase. 
See thou livest, whiles thou art : for heart must live, and soul, 
But care and sloth and sin and self, combine to kill that life. 
A man will grow to an automaton, an appendage to the counter or the 

desk, 
If mind and spirit be not roused, to raise the plodding groveller : 
Then praise God for sabbaths, for books, and dreams, and pains, 
For the recreative face of nature, and the kindling charities of home ; 
And remember, thou that labourest, — thy leisure is not loss, 
If it help to expose and undermine that solid falsehood, the Material. 



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Life is a strange avenue of various trees and flowers ; 

Lightsome at commencement, but darkening to its end in a distant massy 

portal. 
It beginneth as a little path, edged with the violet and primrose, 
A little path of lawny grass, and soft to tiny feet : 
Soon, spring thistles in the way, those early griefs of school, 
And fruit-trees ranged on either hand show holiday delights : 
Anon, the rose and the mimosa hint at sensitive affection, 
And vipers hide among the grass, and briars are woven in the hedges : 
Shortly, staked along in order, stand the tender saplings, 
While hollow hemlock and tall ferns fill the frequent interval : 
So advancing, quaintly mixed, majestic line the way 
Sturdy oaks, and vigorous elms, the beech and forest-pine : 
And here the road is rough with rocks, wide, and scant of herbage, 
The sun is hot in heaven, and the ground is cleft and parched : 
And many-times a hollow trunk, decayed, or lightning-scathed, 
Or in its deadly solitude, the melancholy upas : 
But soon, with closer ranks, are set the sentinel trees, 
And darker shadows hover amongst Autumn's mellow tints ; 
Ever and anon, a holly, — junipers, and cypresses, and yews ; 
The soil is damp ; the air is chill ; night cometh on apace : 
Speed to the portal, traveller, — lo, there is a moon, 
With smiling light to guide thee safely through the dreadful shade : 
Hark, — that hollow knock, — behold, the warder openeth, 
The gate is gaping, and for thee ; — those are the jaws of Death ! 



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EEP silence, daughter of frivolity, — for Death 
is in that chamber ! 
" c ^'W-' Startle not with echoing sound the strangely 
solemn peace. 
Death is here in spirit, watcher of a marble 

corpse, — 
That eye is fixed, that heart is still, — how 

dreadful in its stillness ! 
Death, new tenant of the house, pervadeth all 

the fabric ; 
He waiteth at the head, and he standeth at the 
feet, and hideth in the caverns of the breast : 
Death, subtle leech, hath anatomized soul from body, 
Dissecting well in every nerve its spirit from its substance : 
Death, rigid lord, hath claimed the heriot clay, 
While joyously the youthful soul hath gone to take his heritage : 
Death, cold usurer, hath seized his bonded debtor ; 
Death, savage despot, hath caught his forfeit serf; 
Death, blind foe, wreaketh petty vengeance on the flesh ; 
Death, fell cannibal, gloateth on his victim, 
And carrieth it with him to the grave, that dismal banquet-hall, 
Where in foul state the Royal Goul holdeth secret orgies. 




Hide it up, hide it up, draw the decent curtain : 
Hence ! curious fool, and pry not on corruption : 
For the fearful mysteries of change are being there enacted, 



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And many actors play their part on that small stage, the tomb. 

Leave the clay, that leprous thing, touch not the fleshly garment : 

Dust to dust, it mingleth well among the sacred soil : 

It is scattered by the winds, it is wafted by the waves, it mixeth with herbs 

and cattle, 
But God hath watched those morsels, and hath guided them in care : 
Each waiting soul must claim his own, when the archangel soundeth, 
And all the fields, and all the hills, shall move a mass of life ; 
Bodies numberless crowding on the land, and covering the trampled sea, 
Darkening the air precipitate, and gathered scatheless from the fire ; 
The Himalayan peaks shall yield their charge, and the desolate steppes of 

Siberia, 
The Maelstrom disengulph its spoil, and the iceberg manumit its captive : 
All shall teem with life, the converging fragments of humanity, 
Till every conscious essence greet his individual frame ; 
For in some dignified similitude, alike, yet different in glory, 
This body shall be shaped anew, fit dwelling for the soul : 
The hovel hath grown to a palace, the bulb hath burst into the flower, 
Matter hath put on incorruption, and is at peace with spirit. 

Amen, — and so it shall be : — but now, the scene is drear,— 

Yea, though promises and hope strive to cheat its sadness ; 

Full of grief, though faith herself is strong to speed the soul, 

For the partner of its toil is left behind to endure an ordeal of change. 

Dear partner, dear and frail, my loved though humble home, — 

Should I cast thee off without a pang, as a garment flung aside ? 

Many years, for joy and sorrow, have I dwelt in thee, 

How shall I be reckless of thy weal, nor hope for thy perfection ? — 

This also, He that lent thee for my uses in mortality, 

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Shall well fulfil with boundless praise on that returning day : 
Behold, thou shalt be glorified : thou, mine abject friend, 
And should I meanly scorn thy state, until it rise to greatness ? 
Far be it, O my soul, from thine expectant essence, 
To be heedless, if indignity or folly desecrate those thine ashes 
Keep them safe with careful love ; and let the mound be holy ; 
And, thou that passest by, revere the waiting dead. 

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure, 





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Crowned by consenting nations peerless queen of" gaiety : 

She laugheth at the wrath of Ocean, she mocketh the fury of Vesuvius, 

She spurneth disease and misery and famine, that crowd her sunny 

streets : 
The giddy dance, the merry song, the festal glad procession, 
The noonday slumber and the midnight serenade, — all these make up her 

Life : 
Her Life ? — and what her Death ? — look we to the end of life, — 
Solon, and Tellus the Athenian, wisely have ye pointed to the grave. 
For behold yon dreary precinct, — those hundreds of stone wells, 
A pit for a day, a pit for a day, — a pit to be sealed for a year : 
And in the gloom of night, they raise the year-closed lid, — 
Look in, — for gnawing lime hath half consumed the carcases ; 
Thus they hurl the daily dead into that horrible pit, 
The dead that only died this day, — as unconsidered offal ! 
There, a stark white heap, unwept, unloved, uncared for, 
Old men and maidens, young men and infants, mingle in hideous 

corruption ; 
Fling in the gnawing lime, — seal up the charnel for a year ; 
For lo, a morrow's dawn hath tinged the mountain summit. 
O fair false city, thou gay and gilded harlot, 
Woe, for thy wanton heart, woe, for thy wicked hardness : 
Woe unto thee, that the lightsomeness of Life, beneath Italian suns, 
Should meet the solemnity of Death, in a sepulchre so foul and fearful. 

For that, even to the best, the wise and pure and pious, 

Death, repulsive king, thine iron rule is terrible : 

Yea, and even at the best, in company of buried kindred, 

With hallowing rites, and friendly tears, and the dear old country church, 



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Death, cold and lonely, thy frigid face is hateful, 

The bravest look on thee with dread, the humblest curse thy coming. 

Still, ye unwise among mankind, your foolishness hath added fears ; 

The crowded cemetery, the catacomb of bones, the pestilential vault, 

With fancy's gliding ghost at eve, her moans and flaky footfalls, 

And the gibbering train of terror to fright your coward hearts. 

We speak not here of sin, nor the phantoms of a bloody conscience, 

Nor of solaces, and merciful pardon : we heed but the inevitable 

grave ; 
The grave, that wage of guilt, that due return to dust, 
The grave, that goal of earth, and starting-post for Heaven. 

Plant it with laurels, sprinkle it with lilies, set it upon yonder dewy 

hill 
Midst holy prayers, and generous griefs, and consecrating blessings : 
Let Sophocles sleep among his ivy, green perennial garlands, 
Let olives shade their Virgil, and roses bloom above Corinne ; 
To his foster-mother, Ocean, entrust the mariner in hope ; 
The warrior's spirit, let it rise on high from the flaming fragrant 

pyre. 
But heap not coffins and corruption to infect the mass of living, 
Nor steal from odious realities the charitable poetry of Death : 
It is wise to gild uncomeliness, it is wise to mask necessity, 
It is wise from cheerful sights and sounds to draw their gentle uses : 
Hide the facts, the bitter facts, the foul, and fearful facts, 
Tend the body well in hope, this were praise and wisdom : 
But to plunge in gloom the parting soul, that hath loved its clay tenement 

so long, 
This were vanity and folly, the counsel of moroseness and despair. 



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Not thus, the Scythian of old time welcomed Death with songs ; 

Not thus, the shrewd Egyptian decorated Death with braveries ; 

Not thus, on his funeral tower sleepeth the sun-worshipping Parsee ; 

Not thus, the Moslem saint lieth in his arabesque mausoleum ; 

Not thus, the wild red Indian, hunter of the far Missouri, 

In flowering trees hath nested up his forest-loving ancestry ; 

Not thus, the Switzer mountaineer scattereth ribboned garlands 

About the rustic cross that halloweth the bed of his beloved ; 

Not thus, the village maiden wisheth she may die in spring, 

With store of violets and cowslips to be sprinkled on her snow-white 

shroud ; 
Not thus, the dying poet aslceth a cheerful grave, — 
Lay him in the sunshine, friends, nor sorrow that a Christian hath 

departed ! 

Yea; it is the poetry of Death, an Orpheus gladdening Hades, 

To care with mindful love for all so dear — and dead ; 

To think of them in hope, to look for them in joy, and — but for its simple 

vanity, — 
To pray with all the earnestness of nature for souls who cannot 

change. 
For the tree is felled, and boughed, and bare, and the Measurer standeth 

with His line ; 
The chance is gone for ever, and is past the reach of prayer : 
For men and angels, good and ill, have rendered all their witness 5 
The trial is over, the jury are gone in, and none can now be heard ; 
Well are they agreed upon the verdict, just, and fixt, and final, 
And the sentence showeth clear, before the Judge hath spoken : 
Now, — while resting matter is at peace within the tomb, 



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The conscious spirit watcheth in unspeakable suspense ; 

Racked with a fearful looking- for ward, or blissfully feeding on the 

foretaste, 
Waiting souls in eager expectation pass the solemn interval : 
They slumber not at death, but awaken, quickened to the terrors of the 

judgment ; 
They lie not insensate among darkness, but exult, looking forward to the 

light : 
Idiotcy, brightening on the instant, when that veil is torn, 
Is grateful that his torpor here hath left him as an innocent : 
The young child, stricken as he played, and guileless babes unborn, 
Freed from fetters of the flesh, burst into mind immediate : 
Madness judgeth wisely, and the visions of the lunatic are gone, 
And each hasteneth to praise the mercy that made him irrespon- 
sible. 
For the soul is one, though manifold in act, working the machinery of 

brain, 
Reason, fancy, conscience, passion, are but varying phases ; 
If, in God's wise purpose, the machine were shattered or confused, 
Still is soul the same, though it exhibit with a difference : 
Therefore, dissipate the brain, and set its inmate free, 
Behold, the maniacs and embryos stand in their place intelligent. 
That solvent eateth away all dross, leaving the gold intact : 
Matter lingereth in the retort, spirit hath flown to the receiver : 
And lo, that recipient of the spirits, it is some aerial world, 
An oasis midway on the desert space, separating earth from heaven, 
A prison-house for essences incorporate, a limbus vague and 

wide. 
Tartarus for evil, and Paradise for good, that intermediate Hades. 



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295 



O Death, what art thou ? a Lawgiver that never altereth, 

Fixing the consummating seal, whereby the deeds of life become 

established : 
O Death, what art thou ? a stern and silent usher, 
Leading to the judgment for Eternity, after the trial-scene of Time : 
O Death, what art thou? an Husbandman, that reapeth always, 
Out of season, as in season, with the sickle in his hand : 
O Death, what art thou ? the shadow unto every substance, 
In the bower as in the battle, haunting night and day : 
O Death, what art thou? Nurse of dreamless slumbers 
freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal : 
O Death, what art thou ? strange and solemn Alchymist, 
Elaborating life's elixir from these clayey crucibles: 
O Death, what art thou ? Antitype of Nature's marvels, 
The seed and dormant chrysalis bursting into energy and glory. 
Thou calm safe anchorage for the shattered hulls of men, — 
Thou spot of gelid shade, after the hot-breathed desert, — 
Thou silent waiting-hall, where Adam meeteth with his children, — 
How full of dread, how full of hope, loometh inevitable Death : 
Of dread, for all have sinned ; of hope, for One hath saved ; 
The dread is drowned in joy, the hope is filled with immortality ! 
— Pass along, pilgrim of life, go to thy grave unfearing, 
The terrors are but shadows now, that haunt the vale of Death. 



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IRD up thy mind to contemplation, trembling 

inhabitant of earth ; 
Tenant of a hovel for a day, — thou art heir of 

the universe for ever ! 
For, neither congealing of the grave, nor 

gulphing waters of the firmament, 
~^/ Nor expansive airs of heaven, nor dissipative 

fires of Gehenna, 
Nor rust of rest, nor wear, nor waste, nor loss, 

nor chance, nor change, 
Shall avail to quench or overwhelm the spark of 

soul within thee ! 



Thou art an imperishable leaf on the evergreen bay-tree of Existence ; 

A word from Wisdom's mouth, that cannot be unspoken ; 

A ray of Love's own light ; a drop in Mercy's sea ; 

A creature, marvellous and fearful, begotten by the fiat of Omnipotence. 

I, that speak in weakness, and ye, that hear in charity, 

Shall not cease to live and feel, though flesh must see corruption ; 

For the prison-gates of matter shall be broken, and the shackled soul go 

free, 
Free, for good or ill, to satisfy its appetence for ever : 



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For ever, — dreadful doom, to be hurried on eternally to evil, — 
For ever, — happy fate, to ripen into perfectness — for ever 

And is there a thought within thy heart, O slave of sin and fear, 

A black and harmful hope, that erring spirit dieth ? 

That primal disobedience hath ensured the death of soul, 

And separate evil sealed it thine — thy curse, Annihilation ? 

Heed thou this; there is a Sacrifice; the Maker is Redeemer of His 
creature ; 

Freely unto each, universally to all, is restored the privilege of essence : 

Whether unto grace or guilt, all must live through Him, 

Live in vital joy, or live in dying woe : 

Death in Adam, Life in Christ ; the curse hung upon the cross : 

Who art thou that heedest of redemption, as narrower than the fall ? 

All were dead, — He died for all ; that living, they might love ; 

If living souls withhold their love, — still, He hath died for them. 

Eve stole the knowledge ; Christ gave the life : 

Knowledge and life are the perquisites of soul, the privilege of Man : 

Mercy stepped between, and stayed the double theft ; 

God gave ; and giving, bought ; and buying, asketh love : 

And in such asking rendereth bliss, to all that hear and answer, 

For love with life is heaven ; and life unloving, hell. 

Creature of God, His will is for thy weal, eternally progressing ; 

Fear not to trust a Maker's love, nor a Saviour's ransom : 

He drank for all, — for thee, and me, — the poison of our deeds ; 

We shall not die, but live, — and, of His grace, we love. 

For, in the mysteries of Mercy, the One fore-knowing Spirit 

Outstrippeth reason's halting choice, and winneth men to Him : 

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Who shall sound the depths ? who shall reach the heights ? 

Freedom, in the gyves of fate ; and sovereignty, reconciled with justice. 

If then, as annihilate by sin, the soul was ever forfeit, 

Godhead paid the mighty price, the pledge hath been redeemed : 

He from the waters of Oblivion raised the drowning race, 

Lifting them even to Himself, the baseless Rock of Ages. 

None can escape from Adam's guilt, or second Adam's guerdon : 

Sin and death are thine ; thine also is interminable being : 

Let it be even as thou wilt, still are we ransomed from nonentity, 

The worlds of bliss and woe are peopled with immortals : 

And ruin is thy blame ; for thou, the worst, art free 

To take from Heaven the grace of love, as the gift of life : 

Yet is not remedy thy praise ; for thou, the best, art bound 

In self, and sin, and darkling sloth, until He break the chain : 

None can tell, without a struggle, if that chain be broken ; 

Strive to-day, — one effort more may prove that thou art free ! 

Here is faith and prayer, here is the Grace and the Atonement, 

Here is the creature feeling for its God, and the prodigal returning to his 

Father. 
But, behold, His reasonable children, standing in just probation, 
With ears to hear, neglect ; with eyes to see, refuse : 
They will not have the blessing with the life, the blessing that enricheth 

Immortality ; 
And look for pleasures out of God, for heaven in life alone : 
So, they snatch that awful prize, existence void of love, 
And in their darkening exile make a needful hell of self. 

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Be blighted in thine evil to a curse, — it were better he had not been born : 

Therefore hope, thou saint, for the gift of Immortality is free ; 

Take and live, and live in love ; fear not, thou art redeemed ! 

The happy life, that height of hope, the knowledge of all good, 

This is the blessing on obedience, obedience the child of faith : 

The miserable life, that depth of all despair, the knowledge of all evil, 

This is the curse upon impenitence, impenitence that sprung of unbelief. 

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all He doeth, 

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume : 

The wicked work their woe by looking upon love, and hating it : 

The righteous find their joys in yearning on its loveliness for ever. 

Who shall imagine Immortality, or picture its illimitable prospect? 
How feebly can a faltering tongue express the vast idea ! 
For consider the primaeval woods that bristle over broad Australia, 
And count their autumn leaves, millions multiplied by millions ; 
Thence look up to a moonless sky from a sleeping isle of the iEgaean, 
And add to these leaves yon starry host, sparkling on the midnight 

numberless ; 
Thence traverse an Arabia, some continent of eddying sand, 
Gather each grain, let none escape, add them to the leaves and to the stars ; 
Afterward gaze upon the sea, the thousand leagues of an Atlantic, 
Take drop by drop, and add their sum, to the grains, and leaves, and stars ; 
The drops of ocean, the desert sands, the leaves, and stars innumerable, 
(Albeit, in that multitude of multitudes, each small unit were an age,) 
All might reckon for an instant, a transient flash of Time, 
Compared with this intolerable blaze, the measureless enduring of Eternity ! 

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Who shall grasp that thrilling thought, life and joy for ever ? 
For the sun in heaven's heaven is Love that cannot change, 
And the shining of that sun is life, to all beneath its beams : 
Who shall arrest it in the firmament, — or drag it from its sphere ? 
Or bid its beauty smile no more, but be extinct for ever ? 
Yea, where God hath given, none shall take away, 
Nor build up limits to His love, nor bid His bounty cease ; 
Wide, as space is peopled, endless as the empire of heaven, 
The river of the water of life floweth on in majesty for ever ! 

Why should it seem a thing impossible to thee, O man of many doubts, 

That God shall wake the dead, and give this mortal immortality ? 

Is it that such riches are unsearchable, the bounty too profuse ? 

And yet, what gift, to cease or change, is worthy of the King Almighty ? 

For remember the moment thou art not, thou mightest as well not have 

been ; 
A millennium and an hour are equal in the gulph of that desolate abyss, 

annihilation : 
If Adam had existed till to-day, and to-day had perished utterly, 
What were his gain in length of a life, that hath passed away for ever ? 
No tribute of thanks can exhale from the empty censer of nonentity ; 
The Giver, with His gift reclaimed, is mulcted of all praise. 

Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul, 
Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die ? 
It is, — and therefore shall be, till just obstacle opposeth : 
Show no cause for change, and reason leaneth to continuance. 
The body verily shall change ; this curious house we live in 
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But the spiritual tenant of the house abideth in unalterable consciousness, 
He may fly to many lands, but cannot flee himself. 
The soil wherein ye drop the seed, by suns or rains may vary ; 
But the seed is the same ; and soul is the seed ; and flesh but its anchorage 
to earth. 

The machine may be broken, and rust corrode the springs : but can rust 

feed on motion ? 
Worms may batten on the brain : but can worms gnaw the mind ? 
Dynamics are, and dwell apart, though matter be not made ; 
Spirit is, and can be separate, though a body were not : 
Power is one, be it lever, screw, or wedge ; but it needeth these for 

illustration : 
Mind is one, be it causal or ideal ; but it is shown in these. 
The creature is constructed individual, for trial of his reasonable will, 
Clay and soul, commingled wisely, mingled not confused : 
As power is not in the spring, till somewhat give it action, 
So, until spirit be infused, the organism lieth inergetic. 

Or shalt thou say that mind is the delicate offspring of matter, 

The bright consummate flower that must perish with its leaf? 

Go to : doth weight breed lightness ? is freedom the atmosphere of prisons ? 

When did the body elevate, expand, and bud the mind ? 

Lo, a red-hot cinder flung from the furnaces of iEtna, — 

There is fire in that ash ; but did the pumice make it ? 

Nay, cold clod, never canst thou generate a flame, 

Nay, most exquisite machinery, nevermore elaborate a mind : 

Rather do ye battle and contend, opposite the one to the other ; 

Till God shall stop the strife, and call the body colleague. 



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Garment of flesh, and art thou then a vest, so tinged with subtle poison, 

(Maddening tunic of the centaur,) as to kill the soul ? 

Not so : fruit of disobedience, rot in dissolution, as thou must, — 

The seed is in the core, its germ is safe, and life is in that germ : 

Moreover, Marah shall be sweetened ; and a Good Physician 

Yet shall heal those gangrene wounds, the spotted plague of sin : 

He, through worldly trials, and the separative cleansing of the grave, 

Shall change its corruptible to glory, and wash that garment white. 

Still, is the whisper in thy heart, that oftenest the bed of death 

Seemeth but a sluggish ebb, of sinking soul and body ? 

Mind dwelling, long-time, sensual in the chambers of the flesh, 

May slumber on in conscious sloth, and wilfully be dulled : 

But is it therefore nigh to dissolution, even as the body of this death ? 

Ask the stricken conscience, gasping out its terrors ; 

Ask the dying miser, loth to leave his gold ; 

Ask the widowed poor, confiding her fatherless to strangers ; 

Ask the martyr-maid, a broken reed so strong, 

That weak and tortured frame, with triumph on its brow ! — 

O thou gainsayer, the finger of disease may seem to reach the soul, 

But it is a spiritual touch, sympathy with that which aileth : 

Pain or fear may dislocate and shatter this delicate machinery of nerves ; 

But madness proveth mind : the fault is in the engine, not the impetus : 

Dissipate the mists of matter, lo, the soul is clear : 

Timour's cage bowed it in the dust ; but now it goeth forth a freedman. 

Yet more, there is reason in moralities, that the soul must live ; 

If God be king in heaven, or have care for earth. 

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Shall cruelty torture unavenged, and the innocent complain unheard ? 
Is there no recompense for woe, must there be no other world for justice, — 
No hope in setting suns of good, nor terror for the evil at its zenith ? 
How shall ye make answer unto this ; a just God prospering iniquity, 
Wisdom encouraging the foolish, and goodness abetting the depraved ! 

Yet again ; mine erring brother, pardon this abundance of my speech, 

Yield me thy candour and thy charity, listening with a welcome : 

P'or, even now, a thousand thoughts are trooping to my theme ; 

O mighty theme, O feeble thoughts ! Alas ! who is sufficient ? 

Judge not so high a cause by these poor words alone, 

For lo, the advocate hath little skill : pardon, and pass on : 

Certify thyself with surer proofs ; fledge thine own mind for flight ; 

Think, and pray ; those better proofs shall follow on with holy aspiration. 

Yet in my humbler grade to help thy weal and comfort, 

Thy weal for this and higher worlds, and comfort in thy sickness, 

Suffer the multitude of fancies, walking with me still in love ; 

But tread in fear, it is holy ground, — remember, Immortality ! 

Wilt thou argue from infirmities, thine abject evil state, 

As how should stricken wretched man indeed exist for ever : 

The brutal and besotted, the savage and the slave, the sucking infant and 

the idiot, 
The mass of mean and common minds, and all to be immortal ? — 
Consider every beginning, how small it is and feeble : 
Ganges, and the rolling Mississippi sprung of brooks among the mountains ; 
The Yew-tree of a thousand years was once a little seed ; 
And Nero's marble Rome, a shepherd's mud-built hovel : 
A speck is on the tropic sky, and it groweth to the terrible tornado ; 



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An apple, all too fair to see, destroyed a world of souls : 
A tender babe is born, — it is Attila, scourge of the nations ! 
A seeming malefactor dieth, — it is Jesus, the Saviour of men ! 

And hive not in thy thoughts the vain and wordy notion 

That nothing which was born in Time can tire out the footsteps of Infinity : 

Reckon up a sum in numbers ; where shall progression stop ? 

The starting-post is definite and fixed, but what is the goal of numeration ? 

So, begin upon a moment, and when shall being end ? 

Souls emanate from God, to travel with Him equally for ever. 

Moreover, thou that objectest the unenterable circle of eternity, 

That none but He from everlasting can endure, as to a future everlasting, 

Consider, may it be impossible that creatures were counted in their 

Maker, 
And so, that the confines of Eternity are filled by God alone ? 
Trust not thy soul upon a fancy : who would freight a bubble with a 

diamond, 
And launch that priceless gem on the boiling rapids of a cataract ? 

If then we perish not at death, but walk in spirit through the darkness, 

Waiting for a mansion incorruptible, whereof this body is the seed, 

Tell me, when shall be the period ? time and its ordeals are done : 

The storms are passed, the night is at end, behold the Sabbath morning. 

Is death to be conqueror again, and claim once more the victory, — 

Can the enemy's corpse awaken into life, and bruise the Champion's head ? 

Evil, terrible ensample, that foil to the attributes of Good, 

Is banished to its own black world, weeded out of earth and heaven : 

Shall that great gulf be passed, and sin be sown again ? — 

We know but this, the book of truth proclaimeth gladly, Never ! 



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There remaineth the will of our God : when He repenteth of His creature, 
Made by self-suggested mercy, ransomed by self-sacrificing justice, — 
When Truth, that swore unto his neighbour, disappointeth him, and 

cleaveth to a lie, — 
When the counsels of Wisdom are confounded, and Love warreth with 

itself, — 
When the Unchangeable is changed, and the arm of Omnipotence is 

broken, — 
Then, — thy quenchless soul shall have reached the goal of its existence. 

But it seemeth to thy notions of the merciful and just, a false and fearful 

thing, 
To lay such a burden upon time, that eternity be built on its foundation : 
As if so casual good or ill should colour all the future, 
And the vanity of accident, or sternness of necessity, save or wreck a 

soul. 
Were it casual, vain, or stern, this might pass for truth : 
But all things are marshalled by Design, and carefully tended by 

Benevolence. 
O man, thy Judge is righteous, — noting, remembering, and weighing ; — 
Want, ignorance, diversities of state, are cast into the balance of 

advantage : 
The poisonous example of a parent asketh for allowance in the child ; 
Care, diseases, toils, and frailties, — all things are considered. 
And again, a mysterious Omniscience knoweth the spirits that are His, 
While the delicate tissues of Event are woven by the fingers of Ubiquity. 
Should Providence be taken by surprise from the possible impinging of an 

accident, 
One fortuitous grain might dislocate the banded universe : 



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The merest seeming trifle is ordered as the morning light ; 

And He, that rideth on the hurricane, is pilot of the bubble on the breaker. 

Once more, consider Matter, how small a thing is father to the greatest ; 

Thou that lightly hast regarded the results of so-called accident. 

A blade of grass took fire in the sun, — and the prairies are burnt to the 
horizon : 

A grain of sand may blind the eye, and madden the brain to murder : 

A careful fly deposited its egg in the swelling bud of an acorn, — 

The sapling grew, — cankrous and gnarled, — it is yonder hollow oak : 

A child touched a spring, and the spring closed a valve, and the labouring 

engine burst, — 
A thousand lives were in that ship, — wrecked by an infant's finger ! 
Shall nature preach in vain ? thy casualty, guided in its orbit, 
Though less than a mote upon the sunbeam, saileth in a fleet of worlds ; 
That trivial cause, watered and observed of the Husbandman day by day, 
In calm undeviating strength doth work its large effect. 
Thus, in the pettiness of life note thou seeds of grandeur, 
And watch the hour-glass of Time with the eyes of an heir of Immortality. 

There still be clouds of witnesses, — if thou art not weary of my speech,— 

Flocks of thoughts adding lustre to the light, and pointing on to Life. 

For reflect how Truth and Goodness, well and wisely put, 

Commend themselves to every mind with wondrous intuition : 

What is this ? the recognition of a standard, unwritten, natural, uniform ; 

Telling of one common source, the root of Good and True. 

And if thus present soul can trace descent from Deity, 

Being, as it standeth, individual, a separate reasonable thing, 

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And, in astounding parallel, like Enoch walk with God ? 

Yea, the genealogy of soul, that vivifying breath of a Creator, 

Breath, no transient air, but essence, energy, and reason, 

Is looming on the past, and shadowing the future, sublimely as Melchisedek 

of old, 
Having not beginning, nor end of days, but present in the majesty of 

Peace ! 

O false scholar, credulous in vanities, and only sceptical of truth, 

Wherefore toil to cheat thy soul of its birthright, Immortality ? 

Is it for thy guilt ? He pardoneth : Is it for thy frailty ? He will help : 

Though thou fearest, He is love ; and Mercy shall be deeper than Despair ; 

Even for thy full-blown pride, is it much to be receiver of a God ? 

And lo, thy rights, He made thee j thy claims, He hath redeemed. 

Hath the fair aspect of affection no beauty that thou shouldst desire it ? 

And are those sorrows nothing, to thee that passest by ? 

For it is Fact, immutable, that God hath dwelt in Man : 

With gentle generous love ennobling while He bought us. 

What, though thou art false, ignorant, weak and daring, — 

Can the sun be quenched in heaven — or only Belisarius be blind ? 

But, even stooping to thy folly, grant all these hopes are vain ; 

Stultify reason, wrestle against conscience, and wither up the heart : 

Where is thy vast advantage ? — I have all that thou hast, 

The buoyancy of life as strong, and term of days no shorter ; 

My cup is full with gladness, my griefs are not more galling : 

And thus, we walk together, even to the gates of death : 

There, (if not also on my journey, blessing every step, 

Gladdening with light, and quickening with love, and killing all my cares,) 



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There, — while thou art quailing, or sullenly expecting to be nothing, — 

There, — is found my gain ; I triumph, where thou tremblest. 

Grant all my solace is a lie, yet it is a fountain of delight, 

A spice in every pleasure, and a balm for every pain : 

O precious wise delusion, scattering both misery and sin, — 

vile and silly truth, depraving while it curseth ! 

Darkling child of knowledge, commune with Socrates and Cicero, 

They had no prejudice of birth, no dull parental warpings ; 

See, those lustrous minds anticipate the dawning day, — 

Whilst thou, poor mole, art burrowing back to darkness from the light. 

1 will not urge a revelation, mercies, miracles, and martyrs, 
But, after twice a thousand years, go, learn thou of the pagan : 

It were happier and wiser even among fools, to cling to the shadow of a 

hope, 
Than, in the company of sages, to win the substance of despair ; 
But here, the sages hope ; despair is with the fools, 
The base bad hearts, the stolid heads, the sensual and the selfish. 

And wilt thou, sorry scorner, mock the phrase, despair ? 
Despair for those who die and live, — for me, I live and die : 
What have I to do with dread ? — my taper must go out ; — 
I nurse no silly hopes, and therefore feel no fears : 
I am hastening to an end. — O false and feeble answer : 
For hope is in thee still, and fear, a racking deep anxiety. 
Erring brother, listen : and take thine answer from the ancients : 
Consider every end, that it is but the end of a beginning. 
All things work in circles ; weariness induceth unto rest, 
Rest invigorateth labour, and labour causeth weariness : 



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War produceth peace, and peace is wanton unto war : 
Light dieth into darkness, and night dawneth into day : 
The rotting jungle reeds scatter fertility around ; 
The buffalo's dead carcase hath quickened life in millions : 
The end of toil is gain, the end of gain is pleasure, 
Pleasure tendeth unto waste, and waste commandeth toil. 

So, is death an end, — but it breedeth an infinite beginning ; 

Limits are for time, and death killed time : Eternity's beginning is for ever. 

Ambition, hath it any goal indeed ? is not all fruition, disappointment ? 

A step upon the ladder, and another, and another, — we start from every 

end ? 
Look to the eras of mortality, babe, student, man, 

The husband, the father, the deathbed of a saint, — and is it then an end ? 
That common climax, Death, shall it lead to nothing ? 
How strong a root of causes flowering a consequence of vapour : 
That solid chain of facts, is it to be snapped for ever ? 
How stout a show of figures, weakly summing to nonentity. 

Or haply, Death, in the doublings of thy thought, shall seem continuous 

ending ; 
A dull eternal slumber, not an end abrupt. 
O most futile chrysalis, wherefore dost thou sleep ? 

Dreamless, unconscious, never to awake, — what object in such slumber ? 
If thou art still to live, it may as well be wakefully as sleeping : 
How grovelling must that spirit be, to need eternal sleep ! 
Or was indeed the toil of life so heavy and so long, 
That nevermore can rest refresh thine overburdened soul ? — 
Sleep is a recreance to body, but when was mind asleep ? 



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Even in a swoon it dreameth, though all be forgotten afterward : 

The muscles seek relaxing, and the irritable nerves ask peace ; 

But life is a constant force, spirit an unquietable impetus : 

The eye may wear out as a telescope, and the brain work slow as a 

machine, 
But soul unwearied, and for ever, is capable of effort unimpaired. 

I live, move, am conscious : what shall bar my being? 

Where is the rude hand, to rend this tissue of existence ? 

Not thine, shadowy Death, what art thou but a phantom ? 

Not thine, foul Corruption, what art thou but a fear ? 

For death is merely absent life, as darkness absent light ; 

Not even a suspension, for the life hath sailed away, steering gladly 

somewhere. 
And corruption, closely noted, is but a dissolving of the parts, 
The parts remain, and nothing lost, to build a better whole. 
Moreover, mind is unity, however versatile and rapid ; 
Thou canst not entertain two coincident ideas, although they quickly 

follow : 
And Unity hath no parts, so that there is nothing to dissolve : 
And element is still unchanged in every searching solvent. 
Who then shall bid me be annulled, — He that gave me being ? 
Amen, if God so will ; I know that will is love : 
But love hath promised life, and therefore I shall live ; 
So long as He is God, I shall be His Creature ! 

And here, shrewd reasoner, so eager to prove that thou must perish, 
I note a sneer upon thy lip, and ridicule is haply on thy tongue : 
How, said he, — creature of a God, and are not all His creatures, — 



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The lion, and the gnat, — yea, the mushroom, and the crystal, — have all 

these a soul ? 
Thy fancies tend to prove too much, and overshoot the mark : 
If I die not with brutes, then brutes must live with me ? — 
I dare not tell thee that they will, for the word is not in my commission ; 
But of the twain it is the likelier ; continuance is the chance : 
Men, dying in their sins, are likened unto beasts that perish ; 
They are dark, animal, insensate, but have they not a lurking soul? 
The spirit of a man goeth upward, reasonable, apprehending God ; 
The spirit of a beast goeth downward, sensual, doting on the creature : 
Who told thee they die at dissolution ? — boldly think it out, — 
The multitude of flies, and the multitude of herbs, the world with all its 

beings : 
Is Infinity too narrow, Omnipotence too weak, and Love so anxious to 

destroy, 
Doth Wisdom change its plan, and a Maker cancel His created ? 
God's will may compass all things, to fashion and to nullify at pleasure : 
Yet are there many thoughts of hope, that all which are shall live. 
True, there is no conscience in the brute, beyond some educated habit, 
They lay them down without a fear, and wake without a hope : 
Hunger and pain is of the animal : but when did they reckon or compare ? 
They live, idealess, in instinct ; and while they breathe they gain : 
The master is an idol to his dog, who cannot rise beyond him ; 
And void of capability for God, there would seem small cause for an 

infinity. 
Therefore, caviller, my poor thoughts dare not grant they live : 
But is it not a great thing to assume their annihilation — and thine own ? 
Would it be much if a speck on space, this globe with all its millions, 
Verily, after its pollution, were suffered to exist in purity ? 



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Or much, if guiltless creatures, that were cruelly entreated upon earth, 

Found some commensurate reward in lower joys hereafter ? 

Or much, if a Creator, prodigal of life, and filled with the profundity of 

love, 
Rejoice in all creatures of His skill, and lead them to perfection in their 

kind ? 
O man, there are many marvels ; yet life is more a mystery than death : 
P'or death may be some stagnant life, — but life is present God ! 

Many are the lurking-holes of evil ; who shall search them out ? 

Who so skilled to cut away the cancer with its fibres ? 

For wily minds with sinuous ease escape from lie to lie ; 

And cowards driven from the trench steal back to hide again. 

Vain were the battle, if a warrior, having slain his foes, 

Shall turn and find them vital still, unharmed, yea, unashamed : 

For Error, dark magician, daily cast out killed, 

Quickeneth animate anew beneath the midnight moon : 

Once and again, once and again, hath reason answered wisely ; 

But not the less with brazen front doth folly urge her questions. 

It were but unprofitable toil, a stand-up fight with unbelief: 

When was there candour in a caviller, and who can satisfy .the faithless ? 

Too long, O truant from the fold, have I tracked thy devious paths ; 

Too long, treacherous deserter, fought thee as a noble foeman : 

Haply, my small art, and an arm too weakly for its weapon, 

Hath failed to pierce thine iron coat, and reach thy stricken soul : 

Haply, the fervour of my speech, and too patient sifting of thy fancies, 

Shall tend to make thee prize them more, as worthier and wiser : 

Go to : be mine the gain : we measure swords no more ; 

Go, — and a word go with thee, — Man, thou art Immortal ! 



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Child of light, and student in the truth, too long have I forgotten thee : 
Lo, after parley with an alien, let me hold sweet converse with a brother. 
Glorious hopes and ineffable imaginings, crowd our holy theme, 
Fear hath been slaughtered on the portal, and Doubt driven back to 

darkness : 
For Christ hath died, and we in Him ; by faith His All is ours ; 
Cross and crown, and love, and life ; and we shall reign in Him ! 
Yea, there is a fitness and a beauty in ascribing immortality to mind, 
That its energies and lofty aspirations may have scope for indefinite 

expansion. 
To learn all things is privilege of reason, and that with a growing capability, 
But in this age of toil and time we scarce attain to alphabets : 
How hardly in the midst of our hurry, and jostled by the cares of life, 
Shall a man turn and stop to consider mighty secrets ; 
With barely hours, and barely powers, to fill up daily duties, 
How small the glimpse of knowledge his wondering eye can catch ! 
And knowledge is a noting of the order wherein God's attributes evolve, 
Therefore worthy of the creature, worthy of an angel's seeking ; 
Yea, and human knowledge, meagre though the harvest, 
Hath its roots, both deep and strong ; but the plants are exotic to the climate ; 
All we seem to know demand a longer learning, 

History and science, and prophecy and art, are workings all of God : 
And there are galaxies of globes, millions of unimagined beings, 
Other senses, wondrous sounds, and thoughts of thrilling fire, 
Powers of strange might, quickening unknown elements, 
And attributes and energies of God which man may never guess. 

Not in vain, O brother, hath soul the spurs of enterprize, 

Nor aimlessly panteth for adventure, waiting at the cave of mystery : 

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Not in vain the cup of curiosity, sweet and richly spiced, 

Is ruby to the sight, and ambrosia to the taste, and redolent with all 

fragrance : 
Thou shalt drink, and deeply, filling the mind with marvels j 
Thou shalt watch no more, lingering, disappointed of thy hope ; 
Thou shalt roam where road is none, a traveller untrammelled, 
Speeding at a wish, emancipate, to where the stars are suns ! 

Count, count your hopes, heirs of immortality and love ; 

And hear my kindred faith, and turn again to bless me. 

For lo, my trust is strong to dwell in many worlds, 

And cull of many brethren there, sweet knowledge ever new : 

I yearn for realms where fancy shall be filled, and the ecstasies of freedom 

shall be felt, 
And the soul reign gloriously, risen to its royal destinies : 
I look to recognize again, through the beautiful mask of their perfection, 
The dear familiar faces I have somewhile loved on earth : 
I long to talk with grateful tongue of storms and perils past, 
And praise the mighty Pilot that hath steered us through the rapids : 
He shall be the focus of it all, the very heart of gladness, — 
My soul is athirst for God, the God who dwelt in Man ! 
Prophet, priest, and king, the sacrifice, the substitute, the Saviour, 
Rapture of the blessed in the hunted One of earth, the Pardoner in the 

victim ; 
How many centuries of joy concentrate in that theme, 
How often a Methusalem might count his thousand years, and leave it 

unexhausted ! 
And lo, the heavenly Jerusalem, with all its gates one pearl, 
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Come, tread the golden streets, and join that glorious throng, 

The happy ones of heaven and earth, ten thousand times ten thousand ; 

Hark, they sing that song, — and cast their crowns before Him ; 

Their souls alight with love, — Glory, and Praise, and Immortality ! — 

Veil thine eyes : no son of time may see that holy vision, 

And even the seraph at thy side hath covered his face with wings. 

Doth he not speak parables ? — each one goeth on his way, 

Ye that hear, and I that counsel, go on our ways forgetful. 

For the terrible realities whereto we tend, are hidden from our eyes, 

We know, but heed them not, and walk as if the temporal were all things. 

Vanities, buzzing on the ear, fill its drowsy chambers, 

Slow to dread those coming fears, the thunder and the trumpet ; 

Motes, steaming on the sight, dim our purblind eyes, 

Dark to see the ponderous orb of nearing Immortality : 

Hemmed in by hostile foes, the trifler is busied on an epigram ; 

The dull ox, driven to slaughter, careth but for pasture by the way. 

Alas, that the precious things of truth, and the everlasting hills, 

The mighty hopes we spake of, and the consciousness we feel, — 

Alas, that all the future, and its adamantine facts, 

Clouded by the present with intoxicating fumes, — 

Should seem even to us, the great expectant heirs, 

To us, the responsible and free, fearful sons or reason, 

Only as a lovely song, sweet sounds of solemn music, 

A pleasant voice, and nothing more, — doth he not speak parables t 

Look to thy soul, O man, for none can be surety for his brother : 
Behold, for heaven — or for hell, — thou canst not escape from Immortality i 



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IND is like a volatile essence, flitting hither 

and thither, 
A solitary sentinel of the fortress body, to show 

himself everywhere by turns : 

fillf'lWM^'^^/^ lf N .l Mind is indivisible and instant, with neither 
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IflHilMjI #7 B'(il\Jf parts nor organs, 

That it doeth, it doth quickly, but the whole 
mind doth it : 

An active versatile agent, untiring in the prin- 
ciple of energv, 

Nor space, nor time, nor rest, nor toil, can 
affect the tenant of the brain ; 

His dwelling may verily be shattered, and the 
furniture thereof be disarranged, 

But the particle of Deity in man slumbereth 
not, neither can be wearied : 

However swift to change, even as the field of a 
kaleidoscope, 
It taketh in but one idea at once, moulded for the moment to its 
likeness : 



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Mind is as the quicksilver, which, poured from vessel to vessel, 

Instantly seizeth on a shape, and as instantly again discardeth it ; 

For it is an apprehensive power, closing on the properties of Matter, 

Expanding to enwrap a world, collapsing to prison up an atom : 

As, by night, thine irritable eyes may have seen strange changing 

figures, 
Now a wheel, now suddenly a point, a line, a curve, a zigzag, 
A maze ever altering, as the dance of gnats upon a sunbeam, 
Swift, intricate, neither to be prophesied, nor to be remembered in 

succession, 
So, the mind of a man, single, and perpetually moving, 
Flickereth about from thought to thought, changed with each idea ; 
For the passing second metamorphosed to the image of that within its 

ken, 
And throwing its immediate perceptions into each cause of contem- 
plation. 
It shall regard a tree ; and unconsciously, in separate review, 
Embrace its colour, shape, and use, whole and individual concep- 
tions ; 
It shall read or hear of crime, and cast itself into the commission ; 
It shall note a generous deed, and glow for a moment as the doer j 
It shall imagine pride or pleasure, treading on the edges of tempta- 
tion ; 
Or heed of God — and of His Christ, and grow transformed to glory. 

Therefore, it is wise and well to guide the mind aright, 

That its aptness may be sensitive to good, and shrink with antipathy from 

evil : 
For use will mould and mark it, or nonusage dull and blunt it ; — 



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So to talk of spirit by analogy with substance ; 

And analogy is a truer guide, than many teachers tell of, 

Similitudes are scattered round, to help us, not to hurt us ; 

Moses, in his every type, and the Greater than Moses in His 

parables, 
Preach, in terms that all may learn, the philosophic lessons of 

analogy : 
And here, in a topic immaterial, the likeness of analogy is just ; 
By habits, knit the nerves of mind, and train the gladiator shrewdly : 
For thought shall strengthen thinking, and imagery speed imagination, 
Until thy spiritual inmate shall have swelled to th'e giant of Otranto. 

Nevertheless, heed well, that this Athlete, growing in thy brain, 
Be a wholesome Genius, not a cursed Afrite : 
And see thou discipline his strength, and point his aim discreetly ; 
Feed him on humility and holy things, weaned from covetous desires ; 
Hour by hour and day by day, ply him with ideas of excellence, 
Dragging forth the evil but to loathe, as a Spartan's drunken Helot : 
And win, by gradual allurements, the still expanding soul, 
To rise from a contemplated universe, even to the Hand that made 
it. 

A common mind perceiveth not beyond his eyes and ears : 
The palings of the park of sense enthral this captured roebuck : 
And still, though fettered in the flesh, he doth not feel his chains, 
Externals are the world to him, and circumstance his atmosphere. 
Therefore tangible pleasures are enough for the animal man ; 
He is swift to speak and slow to think, dreading his own dim con- 
science ; 



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And solitude is terrible, and exile worse than death, 

He cannot dwell apart, nor breathe at a distance from the crowd. 

But minds of nobler stamp, and chiefest the mint-marked of heaven, 

Walk independent, by themselves, freely manumitted of externals : 

They carry viands with them, and need no refreshment by the way, 

Nor drink of other wells than their own inner fountain. 

Strange shall it seem how little such a man will lean upon the accidents of 

life, 
He is winged and needeth not a staff; if it break, he shall not fall : 
And lightly perchance doth he remember the stale trivialities around 

him, 
He liveth in the realm of thought, beyond the world of things ; 
These are but transient Matter, and himself enduring Spirit : 
And worldliness will laugh to scorn that sublimated wisdom. 
His eyes may open on a prison-cell, but the bare walls glow with 

imagery ; 
His ears may be filled with execration, but are listening to the music of 

sweet thoughts ; 
He may dwell in a hovel with a hero's heart, and canopy his penury with 

peace, 
For mind is a kingdom to the man, who gathereth his pleasure from 

Ideas. 



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OF NAMES. 



ADAM gave the name, when the Lord had made His creature, 
For God led them in review, to see what man would call them. 
As they struck his senses, he proclaimed their sounds, 



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A name for the distinguishing of each, a numeral by which it should be 

known : 
He specified the partridge by her cry, and the forest prowler by his 

roaring, 
The tree by its use, and the flower by its beauty, and everything according 
s to its truth. 

There is an arbitrary name ; whereunto the idea attacheth ; 

And there is a reasonable name, linking its fitness to idea: 

Yet shall these twain run in parallel courses, 

Neither shalt thou readily discern the habit from the nature. 

For mind is apt, and quick to wed ideas and names together, 

Nor stoppeth its perception to be curious of priorities ; 

And there is but little in the sound, as some have vainly fancied, 

The same tone in different tongues shall be suitable to opposite ideas : 

Yea, take an ensample in thine own ; consider similar words : 

How various and contrary the thoughts those kindred names produce : 

A house shall seem a fitting word to call a roomy dwelling, 

Yet there is a like propriety in the small smooth sound, a mouse : 

Mountain, as if of a necessity, is a word both mighty and majestic, — 

What heed ye then of Fountain ? — flowing silver in the sun. 

Many a fair flower is burdened with preposterous appellatives, 
Which the wiser simplicity of rustics entitled by its beauties ; 
And often the conceit of science, loving to be thought cosmopolite, 
Shall mingle names of every clime, alike obscure to each. 
There is wisdom in calling a thing fitly ; name should note particulars 
Through a character obvious to all men, and worthy of their instant 
acceptation. 



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The herbalist had a simple cause for every word upon his catalogue, 

But now the mouth of Botany is filled with empty sound ; 

And many a peasant hath an answer on his tongue, concerning some 

vexed flower, 
Shrewder than the centipede phrase, wherewithal philosophers invest it. 

For that, the foolishness of pride, and flatteries of cringing homage, 
Strew with chaff the threshing-floors of science ; names perplex them 

all: 
The entomologist, who hath pried upon an insect, straightway shall endow 

it with his name ; 
It had many qualities and marks of note, — but in chief, a vain observer : 
The geographer shall journey to the pole, through biting frost and 

desolation, 
And, for some simple patron's sake, shall name that land, the happy : 
The fossilist hath found a bone, the rib of some huge lizard, 
And forthwith standeth to it sponsor, to tack himself on reptile immortalities : 
The sportsman, hunting at the Cape, found some strange-horned antelope, 
The spots are new, the fame is cheap, and so his name is added. 
Thus, obscurities encumber knowledge, even by the vanity of men 
Who play into each other's hand the game of giving names. 

Various are the names of men, and drawn from different wells \ 
Aspects of body, or characters of mind, the creature's first idea : 
And some have sprung of trades, and some of dignities or office ; 
Other some added to a father's, and yet more growing from a place : 
Animal creation, with sciences, and things, — their composites, and near 

associations, 
Contributed their symbollings of old, wherewith to title men : 



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And heraldry set upon its cresture the figured attributes as ensigns 
By which, as by a name concrete, its bearer should be known. 

Egypt opened on the theme, dressing up her gods in qualities ; 
Horns of power, feathers of the swift, mitres of catholic dominion, 
The sovereign asp, the circle everlasting, the crook and thong of justice, 
By many mystic shapes and sounds displayed the idol's name. 
Thereafter, high-plumed warriors, the chieftains of Etruria and Troy, 
And Xerxes, urging on his millions to the tomb of pride, Thermopylae, 
And Hiero with his bounding ships, all figured at the prow, 
And Rome's Praetorian standards, piled with strange devices, 
And stout crusaders pressing to the battle, clad in sable mail ; 
These all in their speaking symbols, earned, or wore, a name. 
Eve, the mother of all living, and Abraham, father of a multitude, 
Jacob, the supplanter, and David, the beloved, and all the worthies of old 

time, 
Noah, who came for consolation, and Benoni, son of sorrow, 
Kings and prophets, children of the East, owned each his title of 

significance. 

There be names of high descent, and thereby storied honours ; 

Names of fair renown, and therein characters of merit : 

But to lend the lowborn noble names, is to shed upon them ridicule and 

evil ; 
Yea, many weeds run rank in pride, if men have dubbed them cedars. 
And to herald common mediocrity with the noisy notes of fame, 
Tendeth to its deeper scorn ; as if it were to call the mole a mammoth. 
Yet shall ye find the trader's babe dignified with sounding titles, 
And little hath the father guessed the harm he did his child : 



324 OF NAMES. 



For either may they breed him discontent, a peevish repining at his 

station, 
Or point the finger of despite at the mule in the trappings of an 

elephant : 
And it is a kind of theft to filch appellations from the famous, 
A soiling of the shrines of praise with folly's vulgar herd. 
Prudence hath often gone ashamed for the name they added to his 

father's, 
If minds of mark and great achievements bore it well before ; 
For he walketh as the jay in the fable, though not by his own folly, 
Another's fault hath compassed his misfortune, making him a martyr to his 

name. 

Who would call the tench a whale, or style a torch, Orion ? 

Yet many a silly parent hath dealt likewise with his nurseling. 

Give thy child a fit distinguishment, making him sole tenant of a name, 

For it were a sore hindrance to hold it in common with a hundred : 

In the Babel of confused identities fame is little feasible, 

The felon shall detract from the philanthropist, and the sage share honours 

with the simple : 
Still, in thy tide of distinguishment, fall not into arrogant assumption, 
Steering from caprice and affectations ; and for all thou doest, have a 

reason. 
He that is ambitious for his son, should give him untried names, 
For those that have served other men, haply may injure by their evils; 
Or otherwise may hinder by their glories ; therefore, set him by himself, 
To win for his individual name some clear specific praise. 
There were nine Homers, all goodly sons of song, but where is any record 

of the eight ? 



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One grew to fame, an Aaron's rod, and swallowed up his brethren : 
Who knoweth ? more distinctly titled, those dead eight had lived ; 
But the censers were ranged in a circle to mingle their sweets without a 
difference. 

Art thou named of a common crowd, and sensible of high aspirings ? 

It is hard for thee to rise, — yet strive : thou mayest be among them a 

Musaeus. 
Art thou named of a family, the same in successive generations ? 
It is open to thee still to earn for epithets, such an one, the good or great. 
Art thou named foolishly ? Show that thou art wiser than thy fathers ; 
Live to shame their vanity or sin by dutiful devotion to thy sphere. 
Art thou named discreetly ? It is well, the course is free ; 
No competitor shall claim thy colours, neither fix his faults upon thee : 
Hasten to the goal of fame between the posts of duty, 
And win a blessing from the world, that men may love thy name : 
Yea, that the unction of its praise, in fragrance well deserving, 
May float adown the stream of time, like ambergris at sea ; 
So thy sons may tell their sons, and those may teach their children, 
He died in goodness, as he lived ; — and left us his good name. 
And more than these : there is a roll whereon thy name is written ; 
See that, in the Book of Doom, that name is fixed in light : 
Then, safe within a better home, where time and its titles are not found, 
God will give thee His new Name, and write it on thy heart : 
A Name better than of sons, a Name dearer than of daughters, 
A Name of union, peace, and praise, as numbered in thy God. 



OF THINGS. 




BSTRACTED from all substance, and flying 

with the feathered flock of thoughts, 
The idea of a thing hath the nature of its Soul, a 

separate seeming essence : 
Intimately linked to the idea, suggesting many 

qualities, 
The name of a thing hath the nature of its 

Mind, an intellectual recorder : 
And the matter of a thing, concrete, is a Body 

to the perfect creature, 
Compacted three in one, as all things else 

within the universe. 
Nothing canst thou add to them, and nothing 

take away, for all have these proportions, 
The thought, the word, the form, combining in 

the Thing : 

All separate, yet harmonizing well, and mingled each with other, 
One whole in several parts, yet each part spreading to a whole : 



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The idea is a whole ; and the meaning phrase that spake idea, a 

whole ; 
And the matter, as ye see it, is a whole ; the mystery of true tri- 

unity : 
Yea, there is even a deeper mystery, — which none, I wot, can fathom, 
Matter, different from properties whereby the solid substance is de- 
scribed ; 
For, size and weight, cohesion and the like, live distinct from matter, 
Yet who can imagine matter, unendowed with size and weight ? 
As in the spiritual, so in the material, man must rest with patience, 
And wait for other eyes wherewith to read the books of God. 



Men have talked learnedly of atoms, as if matter could be ever indi- 
visible ; 

They talk, but ill are skilled to teach, and darken truth by fancies : 

An atom by our grosser sense was never yet conceived, 

And nothing can be thought so small, as not to be divided : 

For an atom runneth to infinity, and never shall be caught in space, 

And a molecule is no more indivisible than Saturn's belted orb. 

Things intangible, multiplied by multitudes, never will amass to sub- 
stance, 

Neither can a thing which may be touched, be made of impalpable 
proportions ; 

The sum of indivisibles must needs be indivisible, as adding many 
nothings, 

And the building up of atoms into matter is but a silly sophism ; 

Lucretius, and keen Anaximander, and many that have followed in their 
thoughts, 

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In the foolishness of men without a God fancied to fashion Matter 
Of intangibles, and therefore uncohering, indivisibles, and therefore 
Spirit. 

Things breed thoughts \ therefore at Thebes and Heliopolis, 

In hieroglyphic sculptures are the priestly secrets written : 

Things breed thoughts ; therefore was the Athens of idolatry 

Set with carved images, frequent as the trees of Academus : 

Things breed thoughts ; therefore the Brahmin and the Burman 

With mythologic shapes adorn their coarse pantheon : 

Things breed thoughts ; therefore the statue and the picture, 

Relics, rosaries, and miracles in act, quicken the Papist in his worship : 

Things breed thoughts ; therefore the lovers at their parting, 

Interchanged with tearful smiles the dear reminding tokens : 

Things breed thoughts ; therefore when the clansman met his foe, 

The bloodstained claymore in his hand revived the memories of vengeance. 

Things teach with double force; through the animal eye, and through the 

mind, 
And the eye catcheth in an instant, what the ear shall not learn within an 

hour. 
Thence is the potency of travel, the precious might of its advantages 
To compensate its dissipative harm, its toil and cost and danger. 
Ulysses, wandering to many shores, lived in many cities, 
And thereby learnt the minds of men, and stored his own more richly : 
Herodotus, the accurate and kindly, spake of that he saw, 
And reaped his knowledge on the spot, in fertile fields of Egypt : 
Lycurgus culled from every clime the golden fruits of justice ; 
And Plato roamed through foreign lands, to feed on truth in all. 



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For travel, conversant with Things, bringeth them in contact with the 

mind ; 
We breathe the wholesome atmosphere about ungarbled truth : 
Pictures of fact are painted on the eye, to decorate the house of intellect, 
Rather than visions of fancy, filling all the chambers with a vapour. 
For, in Ideas, the great mind will exaggerate, and the lesser extenuate 

truth ; 
But in Things the one is chastened, and the other quickened, to equality : 
And in Names, — though a property be told, rather than some arbitrary 

accident, 
Still shall the thought be vague or false, if none have seen the Thing : 
For in Things the property with accident standeth in a mass concrete, 
These cannot cheat the sense, nor elude the vigilance of spirit. 
Travel is a ceaseless fount of surface education, 
But its wisdom will be simply superficial, if thou add not thoughts to 

things : 
Yet, aided by the varnish of society, things may serve for thoughts, 
Till many dullards that have seen the world shall pass for scholars : 
Because one single glance will conquer all descriptions, 
Though graphic, these left some unsaid, though true, these tended to some 

error ; 
And the most witless eye that saw, had a juster notion of its object, 
Than the shrewdest mind that heard and shaped its gathered thoughts of 

Things. 



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CONFIDENCE was bearer of 
the palm ; for it looked like 
conviction of desert : 



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33' 



And where the strong is well assured, the weaker soon allow it. 
Majesty and Beauty are commingled, in moving with immutable decision, 
And well may charm the coward hearts that turn and hide for fear. 
Faith, firmness, confidence, consistency, — these are well allied ; 
Yea, let a man press on in aught, he shall not lack of honour : 
For such an one seemeth as superior to the native instability of crea- 
tures ; 
That he doeth, he doeth as a god, and men will marvel at his courage. 
Even in crimes, a partial praise cannot be denied to daring, 
And many fearless chiefs have won the friendship of a foe. 

Confidence is conqueror of men ; victorious both over them and in 

them ; 
The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail : 
A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, 
And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled ; 

The tenderest child, unconscious of a fear, will shame the man to danger, 
And when he dared it, danger died, and faith had vanquished fear. 
Boldness is akin to power : yea, because ignorance is weakness, 
Knowledge with unshrinking might will nerve the vigorous hand : 
Boldness hath a startling strength ; the mouse may fright a lion, 
And oftentimes the horned herd is scared by some brave cur. 
Courage hath analogy with faith, for it standeth both in animal and 

moral ; 
The true is mindful of a God, the false is stout in self: 
But true or false, the twain are faith ; and faith worketh wonders : 
Never was a marvel done upon the earth, but it had sprung of faith : 
Nothing noble, generous, or great, but faith was the root of the achieve- 
ment ; 



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Nothing comely, nothing famous, 

but its praise is faith. 
Leonidas fought in human faith, as 

Joshua in divine : 
Xenophon trusted to his skill, and the sons 

of Mattathias to their cause : 
In faith Columbus found a path across 

those untried waters ; 
The heroines of Arc and Saragossa fought 

in earthly faith : 



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And oftentimes the horned herd is scared by some brave cur, 



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Tell was strong, and Alfred great, and Luther wise, by faith ; 

Margaret by faith was valiant for her son, and Wallace mighty for his 

people : 
Faith in his reason made Socrates sublime, as faith in his science, Galileo : 
Ambassadors in faith are bold, and unreproved for boldness : 
Faith urged Fabius to delays, and sent forth Hannibal to Cannae : 
Caesar at the Rubicon, Miltiades at Marathon ; both were sped by faith. 
I set not all in equal spheres : I number not the martyr with the patriot ; 
I class not the hero with his horse, because the twain have courage ; 
But only for ensample and instruction, that all things stand by faith ; 
Albeit faith of divers kinds, and varying in degree. 
There is a faith towards men, and there is a faith towards God ; 
The latter is the gold and the former is the brass ; but both are sturdy 

metal : 
And the brass mingled with the gold floweth into rich Corinthian ; 
A substance bright and hard and keen, to point Achilles' spear : 
So shalt thou stop the way against the foes that hem thee ; 
Trust in God to strengthen man ; — be bold, for He doth help. 

Yet more : for confidence in man, even to the worst and meanest, 

Hath power to overcome his ill, by charitable good. 

Fling thine unreserving trust even on the conscience of a culprit, 

Soon wilt thou shame him by thy faith, and he will melt and mend : 

The nest of thieves will harm thee not, if thou dost bear thee boldly ; 

Boldly, yea and kindly, as relying on their honour : 

For the hand so stout against aggression, is quite disarmed by charity ; 

And that warm sun will thaw the heart casehardened by long frost. 

Treat men gently, trust them strongly, if thou wish their weal ; 

Or cautious doubt and bitter thoughts will tempt the best to foil thee. 



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Believe the well in sanguine hope, and thou shalt reap the better ; 

But if thou deal with men so ill, thy dealings make them worse ; 

Despair not of some gleams of good still lingering in the darkest, 

And among veterans in crime, plead thou as with their children : 

So, astonied at humanities, the bad heart long estranged, 

Shall even weep to feel himself so little worth thy love ; 

In wholesome sorrow will he bless thee ; yea, and in that spirit may 

repent ; 
Thus wilt thou gain a soul, in mercy given to thy Faith. 

Look aside to lack of faith, the mass of ills it bringeth : 

All things treacherous, base, and vile, dissolving the brotherhood of 

men. 
Bonds break; the cement hath lost its hold; and each is separate from 

other ; 
That which should be neighbourly and good, is cankered into bitterness 

and evil. 
O thou serpent, fell Suspicion, coiling coldly round the heart, — 
O thou asp of subtle Jealousy, stinging hotly to the soul, — 
O distrust, reserve, and doubt, — what reptile shapes are here, 
Poisoning the garden of a world with death among its flowers ! 
No need of many words, the tale is easy to be told ; 
A point will touch the truth, a line suggest the picture. 
For if, in thine own home, a cautious man and captious, 
Thou hintest at suspicion of a servant, thou soon wilt make a thief; 
Or if, too keen in care, thou dost evidently disbelieve thy child, 
Thou hast injured the texture of his honour, and smoothed to him the way 

of lying ; 
Or if thou observest upon friends, as seeking thee selfishly for interest, 



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Thou hast hurt their kindliness to thee, and shalt be paid with scorn ; 
Or if, O silly ones of marriage, your foul and foolish thoughts, 
Harshly misinterpreting in each the levity of innocence for sin, 
Shall pour upon the lap of home pain where once was pleasure, 
And mix contentions in the cup, that mantled once with comforts, 
Bitterly and justly shall ye rue the punishment due to unbelief; 
Ye trust not each the other, nor the mutual vows of God ; 
Take heed, for the pit may now be near, a pit of your own digging, — 
Faith abused tempteth unto crime, and doubt may make its monster. 

Man verily is vile, but more in capability than action ; 

His sinfulness is deep, but his transgressions may be few, even from the 

absence of temptation : 
He is hanging in a gulf midway, but the air is breathable about him : 
Thrust him not from that slight hold, to perish in the vapours underneath. 
For, God pleadeth with the deaf, as having ears to hear, 
Christ speaketh to the dead, as those that are capable of living ; 
And an evil teacher is that man, a tempter to much sin, 
Who looketh on his hearers with distrust, and hath no confidence in 

brethren. 
All may mend ; and sympathies are healing : and reason hath its influence 

with the worst ; 
And in those worst is ample hope, if only thou hast charity, and faith. 

Somewhiles have I watched a man exchanging the sobriety of faith, 
Old lamps for new, — even for fanatical excitements. 
He gained surface, but lost solidity ; heat, in lieu of health ; 
And still with swelling words and thoughts he scorned his ancient 
coldness : 



336 OF FAITH. 



But, his strength was shorn as Samson's ; he walked he knew not 

whither ; 
Doubt was on his daily path ; and duties shewed not certain. 
Until, in an hour of enthusiasm, stung with secret fears, 
He pinned the safety of his soul on some false prophet's sleeve. 
And then, that sure word failed ; and with it, failed his faith ; 
It failed, and fell ; O deep and dreadful was his fall in faith ! 
He could not stop, with reason's reign, his coursers on the slope, 
And so they dashed him down the cliff of hardened unbelief. 
With overreaching grasp he had strained for visionary treasures, 
But a fiend had cheated his presumption, and hurled him to despair. 
So he lay in his blood, the victim of a credulous false faith, 
And many nights, and night-like days, he dwelt in outer darkness. 
But, within a while, his variable mind caught a new impression, 
A new impression of the good old stamp, that sealed him when a child : 
He was softened, and abjured his infidelity; he was wiser, and despised his 

credulity ; 
And turned again to simple faith more simply than before. 
Experience had declared too well his mind was built of water, 
And so, renouncing strength in self, he fixed his faith in God. 

It is not for me to stipulate for creeds ; Bible, Church, and Reason, 

These three shall lead the mind, if any can, to truth. 

But I must stipulate for faith ; both God and man demand it : 

Trust is great in either world, if any would be well. 

Verily, the sceptical propensity is an universal foe ; 

Sneering Pyrrho never found, nor cared to find, a friend : 

How could he trust another ? and himself, whom would he not deceive ? 

His proper gains were all his aim, and interests clash with kindness. 



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So, the Bedouin goeth armed, an enemy to all, 

The spear is stuck beside his couch, the dagger hid beneath his pillow. 

For society, void of mutual trust, of credit, and of faith, 

Would fall asunder as a waterspout, snapped from the cloud's attraction. 

Faith may rise into miralces of might, as some few wise have shown : 
Faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have 

witnessed. 
Therefore, in the first, saints and martyrs have fulfilled their mission, 
Conquering dangers, courting deaths, and triumphing in all. 
Therefore, in the last, the magician and the witch, victims of their own 

delusion, 
Have gained the bitter wages of impracticable sins. 
They believed in allegiance with Satan ; they worked in that belief, 
And thereby earned the loss and harm of guilt that might not be. 
For, faith hath two hands ; with the one it addeth virtue to indifferents ; 
Yea, it sanctified a Judith and a Jael, for what otherwise were treachery 

and murder : 
With the other hand it heapeth crime even on impossibles or simples, 
And many a wizard well deserved the faggot for his faith : 
He trusted in his intercourse with evil, he sacrificed heartily to fiends, 
He withered up with curses to the limit of his will, and was vile, because 

he thought himself a villain. 

A great mind is ready to believe, for he hungereth to feed on facts, 
And the gnawing stomach of his ignorance craveth unceasing to be filled : 
A little mind is boastful and incredulous, for he fancieth all knowledge is 

his own, 
So will he cavil at a truth ; how should it be true, and he not know it ? — 



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There is an easy scheme, to solve all riddles by the sensual, 
And thus, despising mysteries, to feel the more sufficient ; 
For it comforteth the foul hard heart, to reject the pure unseen. 
And relieveth the dull soft head, to hinder one from gazing upon vacancy. 
True wisdom, labouring to expound, heareth others readily ; 
False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument. 
The sum of certainties is found so small, their field so wide an universe, 
That many things may truly be, which man hath not conceived : 
The characters revealed of God are a strong mind's sole assurance 
That any strangeness may not stand a sober theme for faith. 
Ignorance being light denied, this ought to show the stronger in its view, 
But ignorance is commonly a double negative, both of light and morals : 
So, adding vanity to blindness, for ease, it taketh refuge in a doubt, 
And aching soon with ceaseless doubt, it finisheth the strife by mis- 
believing. » 

Faith, by its very nature, shall embrace both credence and obedience : 

Yea, the word for both is one, and cannot be divided. 

For, work void of faith, wherein can it be counted for a duty ; 

And faith not seen in work, — whereby can the doctrine be discovered ? 

Faith in religion is an instrument ; a handle, and the hand to turn it : 

Less a condition than a mean, and more an operation than a virtue. 

A moral sickness, like to sin, must have a moral cure ; 

And faith alone can heal the mind, whose malady is sense. 

Ye are told of God's deep love : they that believe will love Him ; 

They that love Him, will obey : and obedience hath its blessing. 

Ye are taught of the soul's great price ; they that believe will prize it, 

And, prizing soul, will cherish well the hopes that make it happy. 

Effects spring from feelings ; and feelings grow of faith : 



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If a man conceive himself insulted, will not his anger smite? 
Thus, let a soul believe his state, his danger, destiny, redemption, 
Will he not feel eager to be safe, like him that kept the prison at 
Philippi ? 

A mother had an only son, and sent him out to sea : 

She was a widow, and in penury ; and he must seek his fortunes. 

How often in the wintry nights, when waves and winds were howling, 

Her heart was torn with sickening dread, and bled to see her boy. 

And on one sunny morn, when all around was comfort, 

News came, that weeks agone, the vessel had been wrecked ; 

Yea, wrecked, and he was dead ! they had seen him perish in his 

agony : 
Oh then, what agony was like to her's, — for she believed the tale. 
She was bowed and broken down with sorrow, and uncomforted in 

prayer; 
Many nights she mourned, and pined, and had no hope but death. 
But on a day, while sorely she was weeping, a stranger broke upon her 

loneliness, — 
He had news to tell, that weather-beaten man, and must not be denied : 
And what were the wonder-working words that made this mourner 

joyous, 
That swept her heaviness away, and filled her world with praise ? 
Her son was saved, — is alive, — is near ! — O did she stop to question ? 
No, rushing in the force of faith, she met him at the door ! 



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LL is vanity which is not honesty ; — thus is it 

graven on the tomb : 
And there is no wisdom but in piety ; — so the 

dead man preacheth : 
For, in a simple village church, among those 

classic shades 
Which sylvan Evelyn loved to rear, (his praise, 

and my delight,) 
These, the words of truth, are writ upon his 

sepulchre 
Who learnt much lore, and knew all trees, from 

the cedar to the hyssop on the wall. 
A just conjunction, godliness and honesty ; 

ministering to both worlds, 
Well wed, and ill to be divided, a pair that God 

hath joined together. 
1 touch not now the vulgar thought, as of tricks and cheateries in 

trade ; 
1 speak of honest purpose, character, speech and action. 
For an honest man hath special need of charity, and prudence, 



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Of a deep and humbling self-acquaintance, and of blessed commerce with 

his God, 
So that the keennesses of truth may be freed from asperities of censure, 
And the just but vacillating mind be not made the pendulum of argu- 
ments : 
For a false reason, shrewdly put, can often not be answered on the 

instant, 
And prudence looketh unto faith, content to wait solutions ; 
Yea, it looketh, yea, it waiteth, still holding honesty in leash, 
Lest, as a hot young hound, it track not game, but vermin. 
Many a man of honest heart, but ignorant of self and God, 
Hath followed the marsh-fires of pestilence, esteeming them the lights of 

truth ; 
He heard a cause, which he had not skill to solve, — and so received it 

gladly ; 
And that cause brought its consequence, of harm to an unstable soul. 
Prudence, for a man's own sake, never should be separate from 

honesty ; 
And charity, for other's good, and his, must still be joined therewith : 
For the harshly chiding tongue hath neither pleasuring nor profit, 
And the cold unsympathizing heart never gained a good. 
Sin is a sore, and folly is a fever ; touch them tenderly for healing ; 
The bad chirurgeon's awkward knife harmeth, spite of honesty. 
Still, a rough diamond is better than the polished paste, — 
That courteous flattering fool, who spake of vice as virtue : 
And honesty, even by itself, though making many adversaries 
Whom prudence might have set aside, or charity have softened, 
Evermore will prosper at the last, and gain a man great honour 
By giving others many goods, to his own cost and hindrance. 



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Freedom is father of the honest, and sturdy Independence is his brother ; 

These three, with heart and hand, dwell together in unity. 

The blunt yeoman, stout and true, will speak unto princes unabashed : 

His mind is loyal, just and free^ a crystal in its plain integrity ; 

What should make such an one ashamed ? where courtiers kneel, he 

standeth ; — 
I will indeed bow before the king, but knees were knit for God. 
And many such there be, of a high and noble conscience, 
Honourable, generous, and kind, though blest with little light : 
What should he barter for his Freedom ? some petty gain of gold ? 
Free of speech, and free in act, magnates honour him for boldness : 
Long may he flourish in his peace, and a stalwarth race around him, 
Rooted in the soil like oaks, and hardy as the pine upon the mountains ! 

Yet, there be others, that will truckle to a lie, selling honesty for 

interest : 
And do they gain ? — they gain but loss ; a little cash, with scorn. 
Behold, the sorrowful change wrought upon a fallen nature : 
He hath lost his own esteem, and other men's respect ; 
For the buoyancy of upright faith, he is clothed in the heaviness of 

cringing ; 
For plain truth where none could err, he hath chosen tortuous paths ; 
In lieu of his majestyof countenance — the timorous glances of servility j 
Instead of Freedom's honest pride, — the spirit of a slave. 

Nevertheless, there is something to be pleaded, even for a necessary 

guile, 
Whilst the world, and all that is therein, lieth deep in evil. 
Who can be altogether honest, — a champion never out of mail, 



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Ready to break a lance for truth with every crowding error ? 

Who can be altogether honest, — dragging out the secresies of life, 

And risking to be lashed and loathed for each unkind disclosure ? 

Who can be altogether honest, — living in perpetual contentions, 

And prying out the petty cheats that swell the social scheme ? 

For he must speak his instant mind, — a mind corrupt and sinful, 

Exhibiting to other men's disgust its undisguised deformities : 

He must utter all the hatred of his heart, and add to it the venom of his 

tongue ; 
Shall he feel, and hide his feelings ? that were the meanness of a 

hypocrite. — 
Still, O man, such hypocrisy is better, than this bold honesty to sin : 
Kill the feeling, or conceal it : let shame at least do the work of 

charity. 

O charity, thou livest not in warnings, meddling among men, 

Rebuking every foolish word, and censuring small sins ; 

This is not thy secret, — rather wilt thou hide their multitude, 

And silence the condemning tongue, and wearisome exhortation. 

But for thee, thy strength and zeal shine in encouragement to good, 

Lifting up the lantern of ensample, that wanderers may find the way : 

That lantern is not lit to gaze on all the hatefulness of evil, 

But set on high for life and light, the loveliness of good. 

The hard censorious mind sitteth as a keen anatomist 

Tracking up the fibres in corruption, and prying on a fearful corpse : 



But the charitable soul is a young lover, enamoured little wisely, 
That saw no fault in her he loved, and sought to see one less ; 
So, in his kind and genial light, she grew more worthy of his love ; 
Won to good by gentle suns, and not by frowning tempest. 



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Verily, infirm thyself, — be slow to chide a brother's imperfections ; 
For many times the decent veil must hang on faults of nature : 
And the rude hands, that rend it, offend against the modesty of right, 
While seeming zeal, and its effort to do good, is only feigned self- 
praise : 
Often will the meannesses of life, hidden away in corners, 
Prove wisdom ; and the generous is glad to leave them unregarded in the 

shade. 
The follies none are found to praise, let them die unblamed ; 
Thine honest strife will only tend to make some think them wise : 
And small conventional deceits, let them live uncensured : 
Or if thou war with pigmies, thou shalt haply help the cranes. 
Where to be blind was safety, Ovid had been wise for winking : 
And when a tell-tale might do harm, be sure it is prudent to be dumb ; 
That which is just and fit is often found combating with honesty : 
In the cause of good, be wise ; and in a case indifferent, keep silence. 

Let honesty's unblushing face be shaded by the mantle of humilitv, 

So shall it shine a lamp of love, and not the torch of strife : 

Otherwise the lantern of Diogenes, presumptuously thrust before the 

face, 
If it never find an honest man, shall often make an angered. 
Let honesty be companied by charity of heart, lest it walk unwelcome j 
Or the mouthing censor of others and himself, soon shall sink to 

scorn. 
Let honesty be added unto innocence of life : then a man may only be its 

martyr ; 
But if openness of speech be found with secresy of guilt, the martyr will 

be seen a malefactor. 



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There is a cunning scheme, to put on surface bluntness, 

And cover still deep water, with the clamorous ripples of a shallow. 

For a man, to gain his selfish ends, will make a stalking-horse of honesty ; 

And hide his poaching limbs behind, that he may cheat the quicker. 

Such an one is loud and ostentatious, full of oaths for argument, 

Boastful of honour and sincerity, and not to be put down by facts : 

He is obstinate, and sheweth it for firmness ; he is rude, displaying it for 

truth ; 
And glorieth in doggedness of temper, as if it were uncompromising 

justice. 
Be aware of such a man ; his brawling covereth designs ; 
This specious show of honesty cometh as the herald of a thief: 
His feint is made with awkward clashing on the buckler's boss, 
But meanwhile doth his secret skill ensure its fatal aim. 
This is the hypocrite of honesty ; ye may know him by an overacted 

part; 
Taking pains to turn and twist, where other men walk straight ; 
Or walking straight, he will not step aside to let another pass, 
But roughly pusheth on, provoking opposition on the way; 
He is full of disquietude for calmness, full of intriguing for simplicity, 
Valorous with those who cannot fight, and humble to the brave : 
Where brotherly advice were good, this man rudely blameth, 
And on some small occasion, flattereth with coarse praise. 
The craven in a lion's skin hath conquered by his character for courage ; 
Sheep's clothing helped the wolf, till he slew by his character for 

kindness. 

For honesty hath many gains, and well the wise have known 
This will prosper to the end, and fill their house with gold. 

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The phosphorus of cheatery will fade, and all its profits perish, 

While honesty with growing light endureth as the moon. 

Yea, it would be wise in a world of thieves, where cheating were a 

virtue, 
To dare the vice of honesty, if any would be rich. 
For that which by the laws of God is heightened into duty, 
Ever, in the practice of a man, will be seen both policy and privilege. 
Thank God, ye toilers for your bread, in that, daily labouring, 
He hath suffered the bubbles of self-interest to float upon the stream of 

duty : 
For honesty, of every kind, approved by God and man, 
Of wealth and better weal is found the richest cornucopia. 
Tempered by humbleness and charity, honesty of speech hath honour ; 
And mingled well with prudence, honesty of purpose hath its praise : 
Trust payeth homage unto truth, rewarding honesty of action : 
And all men love to lean on him, who never failed nor fainted. 
Freedom gloweth in his eyes, and Nobleness of nature at his heart, 
And Independence took a crown and fixed it on his head : 
So, he stood in his integrity, just and firm of purpose, 
Aiding many, fearing none, a spectacle to angels, and to men : 
Yea, — when the shattered globe shall rock in the throes of dissolution, 
Still, will he stand in his integrity, sublime — an honest man. 



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ETTER is the mass of men, Suspicion, than 

thy fears, 
Kinder than thy thoughts, O chilling heart of 

Prudence, 
Purer than thy judgments, ascetic tongue of 

Censure, 
In all things worthier to love, if not also wiser 

to esteem. 
Yea, let the moralist condemn, there be large 

extenuations of his verdict, 
Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure, the 

most are rather loveable than hateful. 
How many pleasant faces shed their light on 

every side, 
How many angels unawares have crossed thy 
casual way! 

How often, in thy journeyings, hast thou made thee instant friends, 
Found, to be loved a little while, and lost, to meet no more ; 
Friends of happy reminiscence, although so transient in their converse, 
Liberal, cheerful, and sincere, a crowd of kindly traits. 
I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, 
But never yet coi Id find a spot, unsunned by human kindness ; 
Some more, and some less, — but truly all can claim a little ; 
And a man may travel through the world, and sow it thick with friendships. 



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There be indeed, to say it in all sorrow, bad apostate souls, 
Deserted of their ministering angels, and given up to liberty of sin, — 
And other some, the miserly and mean, whose eyes are keen and greedy, 
With stony hearts, and iron fists, to filch and scrape and clutch, — 
And others yet again, the coarse in mind, selfish, sensual, brutish, 
Seeming as incapable of softer thoughts, and dead to better deeds; 
Such, no lover of the good, no follower of the generous and gentle, 
Can nearer grow to love, than may consist with pity. 
Few verily are these among the mass, and cast in fouler moulds, 
Few and poor in friends, and well-deserving of their poverty : 
Yet, or ever thou hast harshly judged, and linked their presence to disgust, 
Consider well the thousand things that made them all they are. 
Thou hast not thought upon the causes, ranged in consecutive necessity, 
Which tended long to these effects, with sure constraining power. 
For each of those unlovely ones, if thou couldst hear his story, 
Hath much to urge of just excuse, at least as men count justice : 
Foolish education, thwarted opportunities, natural propensities unchecked, — 
Thus were they discouraged from all good, and pampered in their evil ; 
And, if thou wilt apprehend them well, tenderly looking on temptations, 
Bearing the base indulgently, and liberally dealing with the froward, 
Thou shalt discern a few fair fruits even upon trees so withered, 
Thou shalt understand how some may praise, and some be found to love 
them. 

Nevertheless for these, my counsel is, Avoid them if thou canst.; 
For the finer edges of thy virtues will be dulled by attrition with their vice. 
And there is an enemy within thee ; either to palliate their sin, 
Until, for surface-sweetness, thou too art drawn adown the vortex ; 
Or, even unto fatal pride, to glorify thy purity by contrast, 



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Until the publican and harlot stand nearer heaven than the Pharisee : 

Or daily strife against their ill, in subtleness may irritate thy soul, 

And in that struggle thou shalt fail, even through infirmity of goodness ; 

Or, callous by continuance of injuries, thou wilt cease to pardon, 

Cease to feel, and cease to care, a cold case-hardened man. 

Beware of their example, — and thine own ; beware the hazards of the battle ; 

But chiefly be thou ware of this, an unforgiving spirit. 

Many are the dangers and temptations compassing a bad man's presence ; 

The upas hath a poisonous shade, and who would slumber there ? 

Wherefore, avoid them if thou canst ; only, under providence and duty, 

If thy lot be cast with Kedar, patiently and silently live to their rebuke. 

How beautiful thy feet, and full of grace thy coming, 

O better kind companion, that art well for either world ! 

There is an atmosphere of happiness floating round that man, 

Love is throned upon his heart, and light is found within his dwelling : 

His eyes are rayed with peacefulness, and wisdom waiteth on his tongue ; 

Seek him out, cherish him well, walking in the halo of his influence : 

For he shall be fragrance to thy soul, as a garden of sweet lilies, 

Hedged and apart from the outer world, an island of the blest among the seas. 

There is an outer world, and there is an inner centre ; 

And many varying rings concentric round the self. 

For, first, about a man, — after his communion with Heaven, — 

Is found the helpmate even as himself, the wife of his vows and his affections : 

See then that ye love in faith, scorning petty jealousies, 

For Satan spoileth too much love, by souring it with doubts ; 

See that intimacy die not to indifference, nor anxiety sink into moroseness, 

And tend ye well the mutual minds bound in a copartnership for life. 



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Next of those concentric circles, radiating widely in circumference, 

Wheel in wheel, and world in world, — come the band of children : 

A tender nest of soft young hearts, each to be separately studied, 

A curious eager flock of minds, to be severally tamed and tutored. 

And a man, blest with these, hath made his own society, 

He is independent of the world, hanging on his friends more loosely : 

For the little faces round his hearth are friends enow for him, 

If he seek others, it is for sake of these, and less for his own pleasure. 

What companionship so sweet, yea, who can teach so well 

As these pure budding intellects, and bright unsullied hearts ? 

What voice so musical as theirs, what visions of elegance so comely, 

What thoughts and hopes and holy prayers, can others cause like these ? 

If ye count society for pastime, — what happier recreation than a nurseling, 

Its winning ways, its prattling tongue, its innocence and mirth ? 

If ye count society for good, — how fair a field is here, 

To guide these souls to God, and multiply thyself for heaven ! 

And this sweet social commerce with thy children groweth as their growth, 

Unless thou fail of duty, or have weaned them by thine absence. 

Keep them near thee, rear them well, guide, correct, instruct them ; 

And be the playmate of their games, the judge in their complainings. 

So shall the maiden and the youth love thee as their sympathizing friend, 

And bring their joys to share with thee, their sorrows for consoling : 

Yea, their inmost hopes shall yearn to thee for counsel, 

They will not hide their very loves, if thou hast won their trust ; 

But, even as man and woman, shall they gladly seek their father, 

Feeling yet as children feel, though void of fear in honour : 

And thou shalt be a Nestor in the camp, the just and good old man, 

Hearty still, though full of years, and held the friend of all ; 

No secret shall be kept from thee 5 for if ill, thy wisdom may repair it ; 



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If well, thy praise is precious ; and they would not miss that prize. 
O the blessing of a home, where old and young mix kindly, 
The young unawed, the old unchilled, in unreserved communion ! 
O that refuge from the world, when a stricken son or daughter 




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May seek, with confidence of love, a father's hearth and heart ; 

Sure of a welcome, though others cast them out ; of kindness, though 

men scorn them ; 
And finding there the last to blame, the earliest to commend. 
Come unto me, my son, if sin shall have tempted thee astray, 
I will not chide thee like the rest, but help thee to return ; 
Come unto me, my son, if men rebuke and mock thee, 
There always shall be one to bless, — for I am on thy side ! 

Alas, — and bitter is their loss, the parents, and the children, 

Who, loving up and down the world, have missed each other's friendship. 

Haply, it had grown of careless life, for years go swiftly by ; 

Or sprang of too much carefulness, that drank up all the streams : 

Haply, sullen disappointment came and quenched the fire ; 

Haply, sternness, or misrule, crushed or warped the feelings. 

Then, ill-combined in tempers, they learnt not each the other ; 

The growing child grew out of love, and drew the breath of fear ; 

The youth, ill-trained, renounced his fears, and made a league with 

cunning ; 
And so those hardened men were foes, that should have been chief friends. 
Where was the cause, the mutual cause ? O hunt it out to kill it : 
And what the cure, the simple cure ? — A mutual flash of love. 
For dull estrangement's daily air froze up those early sympathies 
By cold continuance in apathy, or cutting winds of censure ; 
It was a slow process, which any fleeting hour could have melted ; . 
But every hour duly came, and passed without the sun. 
Caution, care, and dry distrust, obscured each other's minds, 
Till both those gardens, rich to yield, were rank with many weeds : 
And doubt, a hidden worm, gnawed at the root of their Society, 



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They lacked of mutual confidence, and lived in mutual dread. 

Judge me, many fathers ; and hearken to my counsel, many sons \ 

I come with good in either hand, to reconcile contentions ; 

For better friends can no man have, than those whom God hath given, 

And he that hath despised the gift, thought ill of that he knew not. 

Be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the sons,) — and win paternal friendships, 

Cultivate their kindness, seek them out with honour, and be the screening 

Japheth to their failings : 
And be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the fathers,) — gain those filial comrades, 
Cherish their reasonable converse, and look not with coldness on your 

children. 
For the friendship of a child is the brightest gem set upon the circlet of 

Society, 
A jewel worth a world of pains — a jewel seldom seen. 

The third cycle on the waters, another of those rings upon the onyx, 

A further definite broad zone, holdeth kith and kin : 

A motley band of many tribes, and under various banners ; 

The intimate and strangers, the known and loved, or only seen for loathing: 

Some, dear for their deserts, shall honour and have honour of relationship, 

Some, despising duties, will add to it both burden and disgrace. 

A man's nearest kin are oftentimes far other than his dearest, 

Yet in the season of affliction those will haste to help him. 

For, note thou this, the providence of God hath bound up families together, 

To mutual aid and patient trial ; yea, those ties are strong. 

Friends are ever dearer in thy wealth, but relations to be trusted in thy need, 

For these are God's appointed way, and those the choice of man : 

There is lower warmth in kin, but smaller truth in friends, 

The latter show more surface, and the first have more of depth : 

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Relations rally to the rescue, even in estrangement and neglect, 

Where friends will have fled at thy defeat, even after promises and kindness : 

For friends come and go, the whim that bound may loose them, 

But none can dissever a relationship, and Fate hath tied the knot. 

Wide, and edged with shadowy bounds, a distant boulevard to the city, 

The common crowd of social life is buzzing round about : 

That is as the outer court, with all defences levelled, 

Ranged around a man's own fortress, and his father's house. 

For many friends go in and out, and praise thee, finding pasture, 

And some are honey-comb to-day, who turn to gall to-morrow : 

And many a garrulous acquaintance with his frequent visit 

Will spend his leisure to thy cost, selling dulness dearly : 

For the idle call is a heavy tax, where time is counted gold, 

And even in the day of relaxation, haply he may spare his presence, — 

He found himself alone, and came to talk, — till they that hear are tired ; 

Let the man bethink him of an errand, that his face be not unwelcome. 

But many friends there be, both well and wisely greeted, 

Gladly are they hailed upon the hills, and are chidden that they come so seldom. 

Of such are the early recollections, school friendships that have thriven to 

grey hairs, 
And veteran men are young once more, and talk of boyish pranks : . 
And such, yet older on the list, are those who loved thy father, 
Thy father's friend, and thine, who tendereth thee tried love : 
Such also, many gentle hearts, whom thou hast known too lately, 
Hastening now to learn their worth, and chary or those minutes : 
And such, thy faithful pastor, coming to thy home with peace ; — 
Greet the good man heartily,— and bid thy children bless him ! 



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Many thoughts, many thoughts, — who can catch them all ? 

The best are ever swiftest winged, the duller lag behind : 

For, behold, in these vast themes, my mind is as a forest of the West, 

And flocking pigeons come in clouds, and bend the groaning branches ; 

Here for a rest, then off* and away, — they have sped to other climes, 

And leave me to my peace once more, a holiday from thoughts. 

I dare not lure them back, for the mighty subject of Society 

Would tempt to many a hackneyed note in many a weary key : 

Sage warnings, stout advice, experiences ever to be learned, 

The foolish floatiness of vanity, and solemn trumperies of pride, — 

Economy, the poor man's mint, — extravagance, the rich man's pitfall, 

Harmful copings with the better, and empty-headed apings of the worse, 

Circumstance and custom, sympathies, antipathies, diverse kinds of 

conversation, 
Vapid pleasures, the weariness of gaiety, the strife and bustle of the world, 
Home comforts, the miseries of style, the cobweb lines of etiquette, 
The hollowness of courtesies, and substance of deceits, — idleness, business, 

and pastime, — 
The multitude of matters to be done, the when, and where, and how, 
And varying shades of character, to do, undo, or miss them, — 
All these, and many more alike, thick converging fancies, 
Flit in throngs about my theme, as honey-bees at even to their hive. 
Find an end, or make one : these seeds are dragon's teeth : 
Sown thoughts grow to things, and fill that field, the world : 
Many wise have gone before, and used the sickle well ; 
Who can find a corner now, where none have bound the sheaves ? 
So, other some may reap : I do but glean and gather : 
My sorry handful hath been culled after the ripe harvest of Society. 



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HO hath known his brother, — or found him in 

his freedom unrestrained ? 
Even he, whose hidden glance hath watched his 

deepest Solitude. 
For we walk the world in domino, putting on 
characters and habits, 
And wear a social Janus mask, while others stand around : 
I speak not -of the hypocrite, nor dream of meant deceptions, 
But of that quick unconscious change, whereof the best know most. 



For mind hath its influence on mind ; and no man is free but when 

alone ; 
Yea, let a dog be watching thee, its eye will tend to thy restraint : 
Self-possession cannot be so perfect, with another intellect beside thee, 
It is not as a natural result, but rather the educated produce : 
The presence of a second spirit must control thine own, 
And throw it off its equipoise of peace, to balance by an effort. 



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The common minds of common men know of this but little ; 

What then ? they know nothing of themselves : I speak to those who 

know. 
The consciousness that some are hearing, cometh as a care, 
The sense that some are watching near, bindeth thee to caution ; 
And the tree of tender nerves shrinketh as a touched mimosa, 
Drooping like a plant in drought, with half its strength decayed. 
There are antipathies warning from the many, and sympathies drawing to 

the few^ 
But merchant-minds have crushed the first, and cannot feel the 

latter : 
Whereas to the quickened apprehension of a keen and spiritual 

intellect, 
Antipathies are galling, and sympathies oppress, and solitude is quiet. 

He that dwelleth mainly by himself, heedeth most of others, 

But they that live in crowds, think chiefly of themselves. 

There is indeed a selfish seeming, where the anchorite liveth alone, 

But probe his thoughts, — they travel far, dreaming for ever of the 

world : 
And there is an apparent generosity, when a man mixes freely with his 

fellows ; 
But prove his mind, by day and night, his thoughts are all of self: 
The world, inciting him to pleasures, or relentlessly provoking him to 

toil, 
Is full of anxious rivals, each with a difference of interest ; 
So must he plan and practise for himself, even as his own best 

friend ; 
And the gay soul of dissipation never had a thought unselfish. 



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The hermit standeth out of strife, abiding in a contemplative calmness ; 

What shall he contemplate, — himself? a meagre theme for musing: 

He hath cast off follies, and kept aloor from cares; a man or simple 

wants ; ■ 
God and the soul, these are his excuse, a just excuse, for solitude : 
But he carried with him to his cell the half-dead feelings of humanity ; 
There were they rested and refreshed ; and he yearned once more. on men. 



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Where is the wise, or the learned, or the good, that sought not solitude 

for thinking, 
And from seclusion's secret vale brought forth his precious fruits ? 
Forests of Aricia, your deep shade mellowed Numa's wisdom, 
Peaceful gardens of Vaucluse, ye nourished Petrarch's love ; 
Solitude made a Cincinnatus, ripening the hero and the patriot, 
And taught De Stael self-knowledge, even in the damp Bastile; 
It fostered the piety of Jerome, matured the labours of Augustine, 
And gave imperial Charles religion for ambition : 
That which Scipio praised, that which Alfred practised, 
Which fired Demosthenes to eloquence, and fed the mind of Milton, 
Which quickened zeal, nurtured genius, found out the secret things of 

science, 
Helped repentance, shamed folly, and comforted the good with 

peace, — 
By all men just and wise, by all things pure and perfect, 
How truly, Solitude, art thou the fostering nurse of greatness ! 

Enough ; — the theme is vast; sear me these necks of Hydra : 

What shall drive away the thoughts flocking to this carcase? 

Yea, — that all which man may think, hath long been said of Solitude : 

For many wise have proved and preached its evils and its good. 

I cannot add, — I will not steal ; enough, for all is spoken : 

Yet heed thou these for practice, and discernment among men. 

There are pompous talkers, solemn, oracular, and dull : 
Track them from society to solitude ; and there ye find them fools. 
There are light-hearted jesters, taking up with company for pastime ; 
How speed they when alone ? — serious, wise, and thoughtful. 



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And wherefore ? both are actors, saving when in solitude, 

There they live their truest life, and all things show sincere : 

But the fool by pomposity of speech striveth to be counted wise, 

And the wise, for holiday and pleasance, playeth with the fool's best 

bauble. 
The solemn seemer, as a rule, will be found more ignorant and shallow 
Than those who laugh both loud and long, content to hide their 

knowledge. 

For thee; seek thou Solitude, but neither in excess, nor morosely ; 

Seek her for her precious things, and not of thine own pride. 

For there, separate from a crowd, the still small voice will talk with 

thee, 
Truth's whisper, heard and echoed by responding conscience ; 
There, shalt thou gather up the ravelled skeins of feeling, 
And mend the nets of usefulness, and rest awhile for duties ; 
There, thou shalt hive thy lore, and eat the fruits of study, 
For Solitude delighteth well to feed on many thoughts : 
There, as thou sittest peaceful, communing with fancy, 
The precious poe.ry of life shall gild its leaden cares : 
There, as thou walkest by the sea, beneath the gentle stars, 
Many kindling seeds of good will sprout within thy soul ; 
Thou shalt weep in Solitude, — thou shall pray in Solitude, 
Thou shalt sing for joy of heart, and praise the grace of Solitude. 
Pass on, pass on ! — for this is the path of wisdom : 
God make thee prosper on the way ; I leave thee well with Solitude. 



THE END. 



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VERY beginning is shrouded in a mist, those 

vague ideas beyond, 
And the traveller setteth on his journey, 
\ n| oppressed with many thoughts, 

Balancing his hopes and fears, and looking for 

some order in the chaos, 
Some secret path between the cliffs, that seem 

to bar his way : 
So, he commenceth at a clue, unravelling its 

tangled skein, 
And boldly speedeth on to thread the labyrinth 

before him. 
Then as he gropeth in the darkness, light is 

attendant on his steps, 
He walketh straight in fervent faith, and diffi- 
culties vanish at his presence ; 
The very flashing of his sword scattereth those shadowy foes ; 
Confident and sanguine of success, he goeth forth conquering and to 
conquer. 




Every middle is burdened with a weariness, — to have to go as far again, - 
And Diligence is sick at heart, and Enterprize foot-sore : 



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3^2 THE END. 



That which began in zeal, bursting as a fresh-dug spring, 
Goeth on doggedly in toil, and hath no help of nature : 
Then, is need of moral might, to wrestle with the animal re-action, 
Still to fight, with few men left, and still though faint pursuing. 
The middle is a marshy flat, whereon the wheels go heavily, 
With clouds of doubt above, and ruts of discouragement below : 
Press on, sturdy traveller, yet a league, and yet a league ! 
While every step is binding wings on thy victorious feet. 

Every end is happiness, the glorious consummation of design, 

The perils past, the fears annulled, the journey at its close : 

And the traveller resteth in complacency, home-returned at last : 

Work done may claim its wages, the goal gained hath won its prize : 

While the labour lasted, while the race was running, 

Many times the sinews ached, and half refused the struggle : 

But now, all is quietness, a pleasant hour given to repose ; 

Calmness in the retrospect of good, and calmness in the prospect of a 

blessing. 
Hope was glad in the beginning, and fear was sad midway, 
But sweet fruition cometh in the end, a harvest safe and sure. 
That which is, can never not have been : facts are solid as the 

pyramids ; 
A thing done is written in the rock, yea, with a pen of iron. 
Uncertainty no more can scare, the proof is seen complete, 
Nor accident render unaccomplished, for the deed is finished. 
Thus the end shall crown the work, with grace, grace, unto the top- 
stone, 
And the work shall triumph in its crown, with peace, peace, unto the 
builder. 



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I have written, as other some of old, in quaint and meaning phrase, 

Of many things for either world, a crowd of facts and fancies : 

And will ye judge me, men of mind ? — judge in kindly calmness ; 

For bitter words of haste or hate have often been repented. 

Deep dreaming upon surface reading ; imagery crowded over argument ; 

Order less considered in the multitude of thoughts : this witnessing is 

just. 
Scripture gave the holier themes, the well-turned words and wisdom ; 
While Fancy on her swallow's wing skimmed those deeper waters. 
And wilt thou say with shrewdness, — He hath burnished up old truths, 
But where he seemed to fashion new, the novelty was false ? 
Alas, for us in these last days, our elders reaped the harvest : 
Alas, for all men in all times, who glean so many tares ! 
That which is true, how should it be new? for time is old in years : 
That which is new, how should it be true ? for I am young in wisdom. 

Nevertheless, I have spoken at my best, according to the mercies 

given me, 
Of high, and deep, and famous things, of Evil, or of Good. 
I have told of Errors near akin to Truth, and wholesomes linked with 

poison ; 
Of subtle Uses in the humblest, and the deep-laid plots of Pride : 
I have praised Wisdom, comforted thy Hope, and proved to thee the folly 

of Complainings ; 
Hinted at the hazard of an Influence, and turned thee from the terrors of 

Ambition. 
I have shown thee thy captivity to Law ; yet bade thee hide Humilities : 
I have lifted the curtains of Memory ; and smoothed the soft pillow of 

Rest. 



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Experience had his sober hour : and Character its keen appreciation ; 

And holy Anger stood sublime, where Hatred rell condemned. 

Prayer spake the mind of God, even in His own good words : 

And Zeal, with kindness warmly mixed, allied him to Discretion. 

I taught thee that nothing is a Trifle, even to the laugh of Recreation ; 

I led thee with the Train of Religion, to be dazzled at the name of the 

Triune. 
Thought confessed his unseen fears ; and Speech declared his triumphs ; 
I sang the blessedness of Books ; and commended the prudence of a 

Letter : 
Riches found their room, either unto honour — or despising : 
Inventions took their lower place, for all things come of God. 
I scorned Ridicule ; nor would humble me for Praise ; for I had gained 

Self-knowledge ; 
And pleaded fervently for Brutes, who suffer for man's sin. 
Then, I rose to Friendship ; and bathed in all the tenderness of Love ; 
Knew the purity of A4arriage ; and blest the face of Children. 
And whereas by petulance or pride, I had haply said some evil, 
Mine after-thought was Tolerance, to bear the faults of all : 
Many faults, ill to bear, bred the theme of Sorrow ; 
Many virtues, dear to see, induced the gush of Joy. 

Thus, for awhile, as leaving thee in joy, was I loth to break that spell ; 

I roamed to other things and thoughts, and fashioned other books. 

But in a season of reflection, after many days, 

A thought stood before me in its garment of the past, — and lo, a legion 

with it ! 
They came in thronging bands, — I could not fight nor fly them, — 
And so they took me to their tent, the prisoner of thoughts. 



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Then, I bade thee greet me well, and heed my cheerful counsels ; 
For every day we have a Friend, who changeth not with time. 
Gladly did I speak of my commission, for I felt it graven on my heart, 
And could not hold my wiser peace, but magnified mine office. 
Mystery had left her echoes in my mind, and I discoursed her secret : 
And thence I turned aside to Man, and judged him for his Gifts. 
Beauty, noble thesis, had a world of sweets to sing of, 
And dated all her praise from God, the birthday of the soul. 
Thence grew Fame ; and Flattery came like Agag ; 
But this was as the nauseous dregs, of that inspiring cup : 
Forth from Flattery sprang in opposition harsh and dull Neglect ; 
And kind Contentment's gentle face to smile away the sadness. 
Life, all buoyancy and light, and Death, that sullen silence, 
Sped the soul to Immortality, the final home of man. 
Then, in metaphysical review, passed a triple troop, 
Swift Ideas, sounding Names, and heavily armed Things : 
Faith spoke of her achievements even among men her brethren ; 
And Honesty, with open mouth, would vindicate himself: 
The retrospect of Social life had many truths to tell of, 
And then I left thee to thy Solitude, learning there of Wisdom. 

Friend and scholar, lover of the right, mine equal kind companion, — 

I prize indeed thy favour, and these sympathies are dear : 

Still, if thy heart be little with me, wot thou well, my brother, 

I canvass not the smiles of praise, nor dread the frowns of censure. 

Through many themes in many thoughts, have we held sweet converse ; 

But God alone be praised for mind ! He only is sufficient. 

And every thought in every theme by prayer had been established : 

Who then should fear the face of man, when God hath answered prayer ? 



366 THE END. 



I speak it not in arrogance of heart, but humbly as of justice, 

I think it not in vanity of soul, but tenderly, for gratitude, — 

God hath blest my mind, and taught it many truths ; 

And I have echoed some to thee, in weakness, yet sincerely : 

Yea, though ignorance and error shall have marred those lessons of His 

teaching, 
I stand in mine own Master's praise, or fall to His reproof. 
If thou lovest, help me with thy blessing; if otherwise, mine shall be for 

thee ; 
If thou approvest, heed my words ; if otherwise, in kindness be my 

teacher. 
Many mingled thoughts for self have warped my better aim ; 
Many motives tempted still, to toil for pride or praise : 
Alas, I have loved pride and praise, like others worse or worthier ; 
But hate and fear them now, as snakes that fastened on my hand : 
Scaevola burnt both hand and crime ; but Paul flung the viper on the 

fire : 
He shook it off, and felt no harm : so be it ! I renounce them. 
Rebuke then, if thou wilt rebuke, — but neither hastily nor harshly; 
Or, if thou wilt commend, be it honestly, of right : I work for God and 

good. 



HE END. 



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